My Own Grave
Looking as an innocent girl
Especially when I’m asleep
My dreams consist all the secrets
The secrets I want to keep
Locked up inside my head
No I don’t want to see
These memories again.
Faith and hope
Are keeping me alive
I ran into a boy
Saying he needs a wife
To make him happy
To let him feel satisfied
And even though
I only denied
He didn’t give up
And he won the fight.
The new guy I met
He saw that I was
The slave of my demons
I wanted to wave
But I was too scared
Hiding in my own cave
Though I loved
The flowers he gave
I put them on my stone
But they couldn’t save
Me, ‘cause I kept on digging
My own grave.
Especially when I’m asleep
My dreams consist all the secrets
The secrets I want to keep
Locked up inside my head
No I don’t want to see
These memories again.
Faith and hope
Are keeping me alive
I ran into a boy
Saying he needs a wife
To make him happy
To let him feel satisfied
And even though
I only denied
He didn’t give up
And he won the fight.
The new guy I met
He saw that I was
The slave of my demons
I wanted to wave
But I was too scared
Hiding in my own cave
Though I loved
The flowers he gave
I put them on my stone
But they couldn’t save
Me, ‘cause I kept on digging
My own grave.
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