Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Tombstone

(p.t.o. Pt.1)

On your tombstone,
I watched the tomb, stone me out,
With an outcast shadow lingering on my guilt.
It's been three years, since I last visited you.
I held her hand, to say my final good-byes to you.
Wishing that maybe,
This would be our final reunion;
For good, this time.

Who the hell told me I was ready for this life?

Tears pouring down my cheeks,
Hands clenched,
Watching the flowers turn grey.
Knees collapsing at the foot of your grave,
Head bowing in shame.
Gripping dirt, off the loamy soiled ground.
Memories, I fought to lose, flooding back.

You told me I should lose sight of you,
But can't you see it's impossible for me?
I wanted to be happy,
I wanted to be free.
Threw away all your pictures,
Setting them ablaze,
Along with everything you ever loved.
But throwing away this memory of yours,
Is simply impossible for me.

Crawl myself flat on my face,
Tearing up at your grave.
Why wouldn't you just come back?
Why wouldn't you just say you love me one last time, please?
I can't let go of you, I tried!
I promise you I really did try.
Break open this concrete slab,
And take me with you,
I'm tired of this life.

Watching her leave by herself,
With the realisation, she wasn't mine.
Crying myself to sleep in your arms,
Waking up on a concrete slab.
Who the hell told me I was ready for this life?
A life without you.