Upon My Tomb
Upon My Tomb
My heart no longer stalls when the phone rings,
Joy, the sound no longer brings.
My heart has no captain near,
And my worth is so unclear.
I barely have strength to raise my head,
But I'd rather be here crying instead...
Of in the arms of just another lying cad,
I refuse to let the thought of you make me sad.
I will not call you and here the disappointment,
Never again will my heart feel disproportionate.
You make me want to hang my head in shame,
I know it is my heart that will bear the blame.
I know I deserved to be hanged in the town's square,
Where everyone I know cam laugh and stare.
Upon my tomb there should be written this:
You surely shall not be missed...
You were the lowest of the low,
And your death was far too slow...
You were a foolish, foolish girl,
Who never should have been brought into this world...
May you burn where you belong,
And we still cannot explain why God granted you this long.
Worthless I may be,
And Heaven I will probably never see.
But the question I have is this,
You must answer, I insist.
Why didn't I deserve a little love too,
Yeah, I'm asking you.
Just whisper your answer and I will hear,
But worry not, to you I will not linger near.
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