It feels like my life is buried
in a fking grave
Dark, cramped, suffocating
Damn it, Is this really living?
I dug and dug and buried it all again
But nothing has changed,
Except the fact
that I was stepping on dirt
I don't know what to do anymore
What I desired, craved,
It's all buried by my own hands
Why did I have to give up?
Wasn't supposed to have it or do it?
Then what the fk was I had to do?
Tell me before another grave is added
My Life is like a fking grave
Everything given to me is buried below
A freaking pile of dirt
But if I excavate once more,
That place will be mine
There's one more thing left, though
There's fking one more thing left
Your mocking gaze watching me
Will it still be the same even in the dirt?
Your mocking gaze watching me
Will it still be the same even in the dirt?
My Life is like a fking grave
Everything given to me is buried below
My Life is like a fking grave
Everything given to me is buried below
A freaking pile of dirt
But if I excavate once more,
That place will be mine