Iris

You mystical creatures
Why do you do this to me?
Do you know how you make me feel?
You and your magical features

In whispers spread the news
Look at me
Laugh at me
There must be something to it other than to amuse

Go on spread it around
I have no feeling
I can't hear you
But you'll be sorry when I'm buried six feet in the ground

Sure you can say whatever you want to say
It's your life
You're right I can't control it
But when I'm dead you'll be sorry that day

Maybe you won't be sorry
Maybe you'll go on laughing
Keep grinning
Maybe you'll never realize what you've done to me