I would die with a smile upon my face With no complaints As tranquil as a saint This world would be transformed from a world of pain To somewhere sane My eyes would shine again But you don't love me But you don't love me But you don't love me But you don't love me now And I would have died with a smile upon this weary face With calm and grace With nothing left to state And I, my love, would have whispered sweet songs in your ears I'd have sang for years We'd have danced away the fear But you don't love me But you don't love me But you don't love me But you don't love me now