For the tears that fell and crawled down my cheeks.
When the weeks felt like years and the years felt like weeks.
You held me so tight, but it was never enough.
Now you lay down on the grave of your mistakes with a dead faded rose by your side.
You seek for her lust, but it's buried below.
Deep down in the soil is where a ruptured heart is held with sorrow in its veins and broken promises with no tomorrow