A Fumed Grave
Mitch Harris
Place to bury bone
Time to crawl in hole
I lay and wait
But by then it's too late
Better off undisturbed
I lie...
Shall I interfere
Or just leave things be
Or shall I dig a Furred Grave?
My achievements bring happiness
Your absence brings loneliness
It's hard not to hate what brings us apart
I lie... I give and give
But return unsatisfied
Is the grass greener on the other side?
Without a choice
But to carry on, my never ending quest
For the best of both worlds
Am I sick?
Should I fit in your little click?
Should I trade what makes me tick?
For a slap in the Face?
Am I sick?
Should I fit in your little click?
Should I trade what makes me tick?
For a slap in the Face?