Stale Clam Chowder Testo

Mommy didn't come to the funeral.Just couldn't take the pain.
Daddy came alone, only one there.
More would have come, out of disdain.
But they had more important places to be.
So dressed in black, just daddy and me.
Closed casket, your body was too dead.
Good thing too, couldn't let them see you were me instead.
But looking down at your pretty coffin, I know why at the autopsy.
They diagnosed you burnt alive, and they did it just for me.
When I lean in closer I can hear you breathe.
Open the casket, just to see.
Daddy gasps, for there is only a mirror. And the reflection, dressed in black, of me.
Mommy, where'd ya go?