I am not impressed

You had us all there allright,
Wearing black and tears
This situation is by all accounts
Beyond my wildest fears

You are clearly the director
Of this morbid play
Every part planned out
Not giving us a say

I did not choose the role you gave me
Now I'm part of what you've done
To play your mourning widow
Is not my idea of fun...

You were all I ever wanted
I could not ask for more
Now I'm following your coffin
Out the heavy door

I fold my hands for prayer
But they often turn to fists
How could you turn and give my life
Such a bitter twist?

It's just as well you're gone now
'Cause I'd sure be killing you...
Or at least your misconceptions
Pride and vanity, too!

You're not the only one, you know,
You're not the worst or the best
And 'though your act may have been brave
I am not impressed.