cynthia's grave

Head underwater slowly sinking
Death, a natural way of thinking
How can I care about what's left here
Lay in this grave I'm right close, dear

Makeshift home in the cold yard
Can't seem to shake you
Mind left still bleeding and scarred
One gone will become two

Cynthia

Gone for now
I'll be with you soon
Relapse, revert, reunite

Hands start to shake
They're on the way
They know I'm here
I cannot stay for long
But I'm coming home, I'm coming home my dear

I, cannot forget
The past, I'm acting like she's still here
I cry, myself to sleep, next to her grave, until I close my eyes for good

I cannot forget you dear
Steel barrel, pointed at my head
Please let me join you here
I'll put ourselves to bed