As
I Stand On This Grave
Now
that I'm here,
I wonder why.
I decide to remain broken.
It's
easier than to cry.
Better to stand on your grave,
and not
admit you're gone.
Than to confess and cry,
I need to stay
strong.
I can't fall to peices.
Although I held you
dear.
It's easier than telling you.
That losing you I used to
fear.
Not that you can hear me.
In that coffin where you
lie.
It's easier to stay this way.
Than to want to, beside you,
die.
So I leave with words.
Words remain unsaid.
It's
better that they stay there, though.
Locked up inside my
head.
And so I take one last look.
One last time to
see:
The place where my angel lies.
With the heart that was me.
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