Another night where I cant sleep
Restless I grow
Remembering lost time
Unfulfilled dreams.
Feeling softly bitter at first,
But then I'd start to weep.

So I'll sit in the dark and sing my graveyard song
because the voices of ghosts won't leave me alone

why can't they see I'm trying to be by myself
the wandering spirits haunt me
though they're just trying to help

For they know what it's like to be lonely for a while
And I know it must be terrible to be alone for eternity
though even sicker are the thoughts,
sometimes I wish they'd trade places with me.

so I'll sit in the dark and sing my graveyard song
because the voices of ghosts won't leave me alone

it's a cold and sorrowful night
full of my own bleeding skins harsh delight
God will I give up?
Though despite everything,
all my failures,
my body still fights to survive.

The dead without bodies look on watching,
shaking their heads just waiting,
knowing that I'll join them soon.
Whether by mistake, or maybe someday when I'll reach for the light on purpose and depressedly on my own.

so I'll sit in the dark and sing my graveyard song
because the voices of ghosts won't leave me alone

screaming in my heart making me crazy
the blade tells me Yes but my soul cries out No
still my actions go through by themselves.
Acting as though I am possessed
but those lurking in my room
never did anything wrong to me
and my destruction only makes them stressed.
Strange, how these unwelcome guests who messed up my mind throughout so much time
are not the silent night watchers, but are of the living kind.

so I'll sit in the dark and sing my graveyard song
because the voices of ghosts won't leave me alone
I know if they were still here
They'd pray until I felt at home.

Funny, how I feel guilty
over someone who is not with me
Nor ever was or would be.
because even the quiet ghosts I see wanted nothing but the best,
even decayed ghostly hearts cried out for me, telling me to get my act together behind paper smiles.

Growing numb inside again,
I thought I'd felt less than them.
without real bodies they still supported me.

I felt more love from the inside my own mess and from being emotionally dead
than a putrid and horrible human like you had provided.
How could you have been, how could you be, so relentless, so loveless?

so I'll sit in the dark and sing my graveyard song louder
because the voices of ghosts won't leave me alone
yet dead and buried
I saw their pictures each night
before I closed my eyes
they weren't really there with me,
and my memories of them a large blur,
yet they'd be there in my heart
always more than you ever were.