Living Grave

I talk to you

And I smile

Laugh

Feel good

Happy again

But then you bring up her

The girl you still love

And it kills me

I’m back where I belong

My own little hell

This living grave

And all because

There’ll always be someone

To choose over me

Just wait and see

Cause I’m not sure

I can live through it anymore

The End

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