My Grave

If I were to die tomorrow

Would anyone mourn over my grave?

Who would have any sorrow?

I don’t think you would even go

I guess even in death

I’m still all alone

 

I more I realize that I’m not going

To fly into the sky

With-out any wings

I have no way home

The angels sing

But I’m still here alone

And I lost all in the end

 

I have blood on my finger tips

I’m slowly drifting away

Pushing myself in shame

I’ll take the blame

Holding my breath

Because it’s not time to leave

 

 

Digging my own grave

I know that I have to be brave

It’s hard to do anything with these pains

I’m feeling so empty on the inside

I have drained out what’s left

Don’t what little I have left