Dream A Dream

21

I'm standing at your grave
And I'm not making a sound
I thought about all the times you didn't come around
When I was crying
When I was smiling
And even when I was close to dying.
I can't tell if you like me
I can't tell if you hate me
When I see your smile, it tears me up greatly.
To see you happy, when you've brought me pain
I promised never to trust you again.
But I let you in, inside my house
The promises you've made, were quieter then a mouse.
I'm standing at your grave, but you're not inside.
It's a personal one, you dug when you left me.
You broke me up, made a bunch of lies.
No one believed one, that's what I thought inside.
But they did, and now it seems you've won.
After many years of not being together
You still talk shit
You still try to hit
On all my friends, to try and get a little closer.
So it's seems, in the end
I've won
Which is why I'm at your grave, smiling for once.

-dead to me.