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.