i look at the grave...dead and depressed
i look for comfort in memmories, but i can just feel my pain
what i could had done if i was living, the hate i couldve let go
but when i look at the good times, i feel even worse
i thought i could do the things i did, but i couldnt
if only i did things differently, the difference of the bad times
but if i could hav changed, i wouldve did better things
i wouldve not got in painful situations for anybody
i would not have been killed in the first place by a stranger
and most of all, i would have told people i had loved how much i care about them
that they had someone they could go to for help
but that was the past, and now i stand in front of my grave
to haunt my never ending home on this earth
i look for comfort in memmories, but i can just feel my pain
what i could had done if i was living, the hate i couldve let go
but when i look at the good times, i feel even worse
i thought i could do the things i did, but i couldnt
if only i did things differently, the difference of the bad times
but if i could hav changed, i wouldve did better things
i wouldve not got in painful situations for anybody
i would not have been killed in the first place by a stranger
and most of all, i would have told people i had loved how much i care about them
that they had someone they could go to for help
but that was the past, and now i stand in front of my grave
to haunt my never ending home on this earth