What am I?
Who am I?
In this life so vague and full of why's?
In this so cold world full of lies?
My heart lays dead but still capable of hurt
And it sings a lullaby even when It's 7 ft beyond the surface of the Earth.

7 ft
What am I?
Who am I?
In this life so vague and full of why's?
In this so cold world full of lies?
My heart lays dead but still capable of hurt
And it sings a lullaby even when It's 7 ft beyond the surface of the Earth.