i sit beside your grave
but you're not even dead
it's almost like
i can still hear you laugh
i can still hear you talk
i can still hear you explain
your favorite things to me
it drives me insane
why does everybody gets what they want
and i am forced to be a flower
that cannot yet bloom
that just sits
waiting for a sweet soul
to make happy
by my beautiful bloom
that just sits
beside your grave
