Six feet under

I lye here in shame
thinking about your death
thinking I'm to blame

was it i who pulled the trigger
they blame it on me
but i was your finger

how can you decide your done
with all this life
just coz you didn't have too much fun

i know you did i saw you
you kissed me with laughter
made me believe happiness was true

but now you're six feet under
I'm so hung over
and completely in wounder

why must life be this way
are you truly gone
or have you simply flown away

did you run did you cry
did you scream out in the night
what made you want to die

will i eve know...
... ... ...
i don't think so

so I'll lye here
simply awake
wondering if your death was real
or fake