You Know
I'm Still Alone
Falling
This Skin
I could Tell You That I Love You
Poetry Poem
If I had things my way
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Burial
Dig in a little deeper
Make me feel a little bit worse.
My heart is already dead...
By all means, load it into the hearse.
It's your choice. Don't believe me.
Give up everything you found.
If whatever we had is gone...
Go ahead, lower it into the ground.
Turn your head the other way.
Really...go numb...go cold...
If you're honestly done caring,
Say your goodbye's and cover the hole.
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Burial
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