help I lost myself again
but I remember you
dont come back it wont end well
but I wish youd tell me to
our love is six feet under
i cant help but wonder
if our grave was watered by the rain
would roses bloom
could roses bloom
again
retrace my lips
erase your touch
its all too much for me
blow away
like smoke in air
how can you die carelessly
our love is six feet under
i cant help but wonder
if tour grave was watered by the rain