Sitting by the grave
Sitting at your grave...

At the start, i was crazy
But you saw past my imperfections...

A black mark remains, on my left ring finger
A black circle, of a memory never forgotten...

Promise me, you'll remember me. After the battle...
Because i cant seem to rely on the thought of...

It was so hard after last night
I don't get to hear your voice again...

I always seem to find love, in all the wrong...
From close to long distance relationships...

We been friends for the past five years
Sharing our secrets, And crying our tears...

I'm slowly breaking under the pressure
Gaining pain as you gain your pleasure...

Its hard to breathe
I can't believe...

Her breast cupped into my hands
Her lips locked with mine...

I'm in love with my cousins best friend.
This is wrong but I cant help but to defend...

I know I grew up in a small town.
Where education was the last priority...