Six feet under || Cory Gruter

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Help, I lost myself again
But I remember you
Don't come back, it won't end well
But I wish you'd tell me too

God i miss him. He was my everything and now i'm his nothing. What happened to us? Where did we go wrong? I feel a little lost without him. I remember all the things we shared, Cory. I wish I had them back. I don't want to go back to you when I know it won't end well, but i wish i could convince myself 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?

You don't love me anymore. You are with someone else, someone better. I can't help but wonder if we can rekindle what we had. I know you remember to. All the days before the fight, all the memories. Could we do it all again? Would you be willing to try? Probably not.

Retrace my lips
Erase your touch
It's all too much for me
Blow away
Like smoke in air
How can you die carelessly?

I long for your touch again. I feel overwhelmed with hurt all over again. Did you know today would've been out One year anniversary? We would've been together for a whole year. How can you live on? How have you moved on so easily? Please tell me, love. How can you leave 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?


They're playing our sound
Laying us down tonight
And all of these clouds
Crying us back to life
But you're cold as a knife


I'm listening to 'Our song' you know the one. I'm just sitting here waiting for something. I don't know what. My head is killing me. I have been taking my medication to. It doesn't work as well as when you used to whisper sweet things to me. You're cold. Not in a hot or cold sense, but cold like you don't care. It makes sense that you don't care about me anymore. I'm not sure you ever cared about me.

Six feet under
I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain
Bloom
Bloom
Again
Help, I lost myself again
But I remember you


Help, I feel like i'm drowning without you
But i know you don't care.


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