grAVeYaRD sONgS...

stuck in a pattern, I'm writing these graveyard songs, I feel the cold stone right through to the bone, and I know I've been dead all along. hating myself, just cos I'm lonely and dark, and ugly and cold, my soul's been sold, but they never bite into my heart. lifeless and limp, the poison sets in, I never should have taken, those bitter pills. aching within, and wearing so thin, seems I am breaking, and caving in. stuck in a lyrics, so trapped, here writing these graveyard songs, I see the best and tear the flesh, although I know I'm so wrong. hating this life, and in the dark it sinks in, I strain to see the rest of me; the part that died within. I never should have taken those bitter pills, I never should hvae written these graveyard songs, I never should have chased after shallow thrills, but I'm stuck in a pattern, writing these graveyard songs.

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