There is an emotional graveyard in my back yard
It's for all the feelings that die, and I discard
Innocence was the first to fall
But isn't it always that one for us all
Happiness fallowed soon after that
Because my life quickly turned to crap
Trust was the next to bite the dust
For self preservation it was a must
Ignorance was the very next one
I swiftly learned life's lessons
Under the gun
Love has entered and been dug up from the ground
But each time I bury it a little father down
Sympathy can also out there be found
It's right over there it's the biggest mound
Desire and all the stuff I crave
Is right here in this shallow grave
Lust that I mistook for love one to many times
Deep is it's hole it was such a vicious crime
Joy also has it's place among the markers
It couldn't be saved by the therapist or doctors
Anger was the last that went underground
I just couldn't take any more of it's horrific sound
You'll notice pain, agony, and strife
Very much still have lots of life
So also is fear and my darkness
I have placed their markers after all I'm heartless
And that last little plot way over there
Under the Weeping Willow dug with such care
It's stone only has dates and dashes
That's for my shell when it finally crashes
For it will be hollow void of all emotion
To lie in that grave will be such a promotion
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
There is an emotional graveyard in my back yard
It's for all the feelings that die, and I discard
Innocence was the first to fall
But isn't it always that one for us all
Happiness fallowed soon after that
Because my life quickly turned to crap
Trust was the next to bite the dust
For self preservation it was a must
Ignorance was the very next one
I swiftly learned life's lessons
Under the gun
Love has entered and been dug up from the ground
But each time I bury it a little father down
Sympathy can also out there be found
It's right over there it's the biggest mound
Desire and all the stuff I crave
Is right here in this shallow grave
Lust that I mistook for love one to many times
Deep is it's hole it was such a vicious crime
Joy also has it's place among the markers
It couldn't be saved by the therapist or doctors
Anger was the last that went underground
I just couldn't take any more of it's horrific sound
You'll notice pain, agony, and strife
Very much still have lots of life
So also is fear and my darkness
I have placed their markers after all I'm heartless
And that last little plot way over there
Under the Weeping Willow dug with such care
It's stone only has dates and dashes
That's for my shell when it finally crashes
For it will be hollow void of all emotion
To lie in that grave will be such a promotion
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