Hardly a day goes by ~ I don't want to cry
And every evening before I sleep ~ bI just have to sigh
knowing that the morning cards I lay
all come from a pack of lies

So

If I should speak another day ~ take note that what I say
will all be lies, it's true, ~ designed to comfort you.
So when I die some day ~ I hope you're far away
and know the love you saw in me ~ was just one of your fantasies

And

Well it looks like I'm still here even death didn't want me this year:
though no doubt a time will come and I'll be death's number one
Then there be no more lies to sell ~ you and the truth will tell
me of the mess I've made as I find my day.