I was trying to fix it
maybe plant some flowers
lilies, your favorite
or maybe a rose bush
something to try and
fill the hole I made
in your heart

But I picked up the shovel
and I kept digging
down and down
deeper and deeper
until dirt surrounded me
and I had no ladder
and even the sun couldn't reach me

I don't think there's a way out
but that's my own fault
it's what I chose
every time I opened my mouth
or took a step closer
I dug deeper
so maybe I'll stay here