Dozen Roses On My Grave

I crumble to pieces ..
Like a broken man ..
Here in the silence ..
Losing emotional upper hand ..
Life's been passing me by ..
While I can only watch ..
The empty funneling.
Of hourglass sands ..
Now I never sleep ..
When I think of you ..
With no time wasted ..
There's nothing more to do ..
And tomorrow it's another dozen roses ..
You'll lay upon my grave ..
So what can I say ..
What shall I do ..
I can't go on living ..
Me here with you ..
But I know it'll be over soon ..
Beside deadlines of the dark ..
Cuz your only target.
Has always been ..
On destroying my heart ..

I'm in the shadows ..
Amidst chiseled grain ..
Just like my days ..
The nights repeating the same ..
My silent eyes weakening ..
But I hear filtering sounds ..
It's your echoes screaming softly ..
Out my wretched name ..
But I'm so alert ..
While thinking of you ..
Like heros salute the brave ..
And tomorrow it's another dozen roses ..    
You'll lay upon my grave ..
Now I'm getting numb ..
And I'm growing cold ..
This life's been bleeding me slow ..
But I know it'll be over soon ..
As the pain creeps home ..
And you grip your hold ..
Beneath the earth.
Around my lone tombstone ..

Now I'm a hardened rock ..
Petrified by name..
And I'm always wondering ..
Why let you occupy my brain ..
So I keep banging ..
My head against the wall ..
But so dam stubbornly ..
You have seemed to survive ..
And I'm so through ..
With this fleeting life ..
And it's insomnia ..
When I think of you ..
Cuz I'm an old shackled slave ..
And tomorrow it's another dozen roses ..
You'll lay upon my grave ..
Because I'm dying ..
Since the first day that you came ..
And tomorrow I can only pray ..
You'll just walk away ..
Out my heart's front door.
And they'll be no need for roses ..
To lay upon my grave ..
Nope.
Not one more fucking day ..