Help.
I've lost myself again,
But I remember you.
Don't come back
It won't end well,
But I wish
You'd tell me to.
Our love is six feet under
I can't help but wonder,
if our grave was watered by the rain;
Would roses bloom?
Could roses bloom, again?
Retrace my lips, erase your touch;
It's all too much for me.
Blown away,
Like smoke in air;
How can you die carelessly?
Our love is six feet under
I can't help but wonder,
If our grave was watered by the rain?
Would roses bloom?
Could roses bloom, again?
They're playing our song, laying us down tonight;
And all of these clouds, crying us back to life.
But you're cold as a knife;
Six feet under, I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain?
Bloom
Bloom
Help, I've lost myself again;
But I remember you.
- SIX FEET UNDER
BILLIE EILISH
YOU ARE READING
Elysian
Poetry(adj.) beautiful or creative; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect -------------------------- Just pieces out of people's hearts that deserves remembrance.
