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My Grave
My Grave
The only way to cut loose is to cut myself
Until there is nothing of me that is left
Wash myself away in steady red streams
Since I will never realize any of my dreams
I am nothing at all so leave me in my grave
There is nothing of me left that can be saved
I am just dirt waiting to be buried in a box
With a heart that is made up of broken rocks
Any love that I have ever found has been wrong
No one to love me back to where I want to belong
Caught in a stream of time that rushed through
Taking me fast away until I am away from you
So I will just go it alone until yesterday I die
Buried inside of my grave in which I already lie
The only way to cut loose is to cut myself
Until there is nothing of me that is left
Wash myself away in steady red streams
Since I will never realize any of my dreams
I am nothing at all so leave me in my grave
There is nothing of me left that can be saved
I am just dirt waiting to be buried in a box
With a heart that is made up of broken rocks
Any love that I have ever found has been wrong
No one to love me back to where I want to belong
Caught in a stream of time that rushed through
Taking me fast away until I am away from you
So I will just go it alone until yesterday I die
Buried inside of my grave in which I already lie
Published 1st Jul 2018
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