Some things are better off dead Buried in the ground The memories stuck in my head Spiraling around and around
My soul sits in its tomb My hopes are the coffin it lies in My inner child is the surrounding gloom My dreams are the flowers lying on the stone
My trauma make up the walls that surround My pain is the drawings underground My soul was buried with the shackles that bind me I had to bury it all so it would let me breathe
You have to stop looking behind to look ahead Thatβs why some things are better off dead