all my friends are dead

Dear old desecrated tombstone,
Im sorry you're in such a dilapidated state
Someone should've came
And prop you
Maybe place some flowers
Trim the grass
Brush you off

It's been a while
No one cares
Or remembers
You for what you were

I'm sure you were good and kind
And that we would get along
But if we didn't
No one deserves this

Would you mind if I rested on you for a bit?
I'm very tired
I could make it up to you

Brush you off
Trim the grass
Place a nice bouquet now and then
And prob you up!

We won't be lonely anymore.