I dug a grave for us.
You entered willingly.
Clinging to this shovel,
looking down is killing me.
Tell me one more lie.
(Give me one more night.)
Something false and lovely.
(Razors dressed in white.)
This hole's become my hell,
and I refuse to go.
If there're reasons to stay,
breathe and make them show.
Take another breath...
(knowing I am here.)
Suffocate again.
(Slowly disappear.)
Though I know it's over,
help me grab denial.
Once again, I leave and
once again, you smile. |