Broken dreams and a broken heart

Describe so much yet mean so little to you...

I should have seen it coming

But what can I do?

Darkness comes in and chases away

The way that I felt on that seemingly fateful

Bright day.

I can't change what has already has taken place

But I wish I could escape.


So, just let the grass grow around me
Let the grass grow tall
Let the grass grow around me

Until I am gone.