I'm standing on my own grave because I couldn't die
Waiting for the time to pass, I looked up
And there goes a drop
I always wonder where did I go wrong, but I know
It's not a mystery but a denial
While people are shouting, I already found the answer
A bit of them, plenty of me
Now I don't wonder but I pity, then I beg
For someone to hear and understand
But we don't want them, that's the truth
For they will give up or die, leave nothing but memories
Words in scriptures and smiles in photographs
They will be gone and we will stand on their graves
Thank them for loving us even though they barely did
And there goes ourselves and selfishness again
We don't bother to think what's wrong again
For this time, nothing is right and everything is wrong
I pity, then I beg
For myself to love myself for others to die without me