Do not come to my grave and cry,
I am not here, I am in the sky.
I am that diamond that flies so high,
The bird that sings
That calms your mind.
Do not come to my grave and cry,
You are not alone,
I am by your side.
Never far, always near,
To wipe away that salty tear.
Do not come to my grave and cry,
I am not here, I am in the sky.
I am that diamond that flies so high,
The bird that sings,
The whisper in the wind;
That calms your mind.
I sit in this room
The room in which I live.
I sit here and wonder.
Why I even live.
My room is a mess.
That's how I feel inside.
I'm so lost now.
I only want to hide.
I look out the window.
There's not much else to do.
I see a bird that's raven black
And then I think of you.
The bird flies away.
I doubt he'll be back.
You're just like that bird.
You're never coming back.
This room is where I hate.
It's where I feel my pain.
It's where I hate myself
And wonder if I'm sane.
I look out the window.
I see a bird again.
A bird that's raven black.
Here I go again.
Just like those birds
There'll be many guys.
Each one is different.
Aside from all there lies.
And just like the birds.
I'll see them for a while.
But then they fly away
Forever from my eyes.
©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33
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