I look out
From the bottom of my grave
At the darkened sky
And all I see is rain
I have no desire to climb out
I don't care if I escape
I can't see anymore
The world that I saw before
Makes me feel like it's all a dream, but somehow
I still bleed just like it's real life
And I never really wake up from the pain
If you tell me
You're tired of my face
I won't blame you
I'll live inside my shame
I've always been this useless girl
A coward so afraid
To live my empty life
To repeat mistakes I've made
Always frozen in my fears
Or blinded by my rage
When there's nothing left and the cold pours through your viens
From every flower and warm embrace, all the beauty drains
"'Tis down in yonder garden green, love, where we used to walk
The finest flow'r that 'ere was seen
Has withered to a stalk
The stalk has withered dry, my love
So will our hearts decay
So make yourself content, my love
Till God calls you away"
The quoted poem at the end is the last stanza of "The Unquiet Grave" by authors unknown. There are several different versions of this peom that exist.