I've been laying here
for eternity
my teeth decayed
my heart ceased
and my dress is ripped...
The dirt has dried in my tangled hair
and my skin has became cold and pale.
No one said goodbye
No one wept, No one stopped.
The headstone still stands, yes
But it remains plain.
This is my inner anguish
The things that haunt me at night.
Would you cry if I really did it?
Or would you move on, and suck up the joy?
What if it happened today?
Would your world stop?
Because I know if it happened to you.
I'd be right there with you.
