• The person I loved
    Hate the grave I’m in
    She cries to the moon saying take me instead.
    I look down at her in pity and shame now
    With her feet on the cold ground
    As she question why ?or how?
    How could you have left?
    Why did you leave me?
    How could you have done this?
    Why did you go?
    When you alright know.
    It was me you stabbed in that back
    You thought If I die you get some slack
    Now I’m dead
    Now I’m gone
    Your still the same damn song
    How does it feel
    When you kill
    The one you love
    Just to taste the cold blood