Buried

How could I be the only one left My shattered mind Sees nothing but the past I bleed visions that our reverie Was only a daydream What is there left to grieve Broken shards of glass You'll never bring her back As you're sifting through the sand You try to stitch the wounds But you will never bring her back How could I be the only one left My shattered mind Sees nothing but the past I bleed visions that our reverie Was only a daydream What is there left to grieve Her life in your hands Her glass piercing your skin A bathtub full of all your sins Nothing we can do now Her blood runs thin How could I be the only one left My shattered mind Sees nothing but I bleed visions that our reverie Was only a daydream What is there left to grieve Guarding your body, our severed ends I did it, I wrote this end My blood will run until we meet again