The Grave


So many years ago

You gave me a shovel

Told me to dig my own grave

Instead I decided to bury my pain

Threw down the shovel

Got on my knees

Put my hands on my head

Told you to shoot me where I stand

I’d rather be dead

Than to be a martyr in your game.

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The Feeling’s Back





It seems like such a long time ago,

The years gone by,

Reminders of when I fell,

How you tried to bury me within,

Fucked up,

Things you tried back then,

It might not be Christmas,

But the feeling’s back,

That sense of excitement,

Here it comes again,

Roll the credits,

Final goodbye,

This is where it ends.