Go ahead and stand over my grave
And say you're oh-so sorry
But that won't bring me back from deaths cold grip
I'll always be here, in the murky ground
Unable to leave this place
Its not temporary.
I'll always be dead
And now you see why i hid my arms
But you never will see the tears i cried
Nor the reasons why i died
How can my dying be wrong?
If nothing else is right?
How can you say its wrong of me
To take that blade and run it down my wrist
To make myself bleed.
How can you say i belong here
In this chaos all your own
This was never right
It was always wrong,
But now i'll correct your mistake...
