Bury Myself In This Grave

It's about trying to remember when you were happy romantically, and trying to atone for mistakes made, but failing horribly

I troubled myself in my youth
Decisions, decisions, my morality steams wayward
I look upon myself, horrified by my homeward truths
Several years pass without an answer
I have nothing to answer for

My pictures of memories burst into flames
The perils of love laid clear to repeatedly suffer
My youth was nought but lawless games
Another day passed, I fell in love with another
There’s just too much to answer for

My love, can you excuse my mistakes
I’m bound to love in a tragic cycle
Spun on a thread, woven by the fates
I think I will rest in my grave for a while

I tortured myself as a man
I dug myself a grave, I’m looking repent
I failed in my salvation, though I do what I can
My reasons for absolution are quickly spent

My images of joy are torn, erased from my mind
The electricity of kisses, that feeling long since forgotten
A mirage of love, I know that I’m living my life blind
And all that they have left, makes me recoil in horror
What is there left to answer for

My love, can you excuse my mistakes
I’m bound to love in a tragic cycle
Spun on a thread, woven by the fates
I think I will rest in my grave for a while

The End

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