Living Breathing Something

Question everythingHave I already been buriedI can see no light but I am still stuck here breathingMaybe a wretch like me is supposed to stay forever buriedSo you can see the analogy of what happens to you when you keep things buried beneathI have been buried for years but why am I still breathingI don't make mistakesI bury themSuffocating soul that the devil just won't claimI dug this grave now it's time to tell the truth from itYou put one foot on the lid when did I let it closeOne foot on the lid 5 feet left to goForgive your enemies but never forget their namesI am my own worst enemySuffocating soul that the devil won't claimI don't if I believe in you anymore but everything needs an analogy