The Depressed 1

Corner Grave

Want you bury me in a corner grave

 

It is to late now for me to be saved

 

Cover me with dirt to keep me warm

 

Like a mother does a baby not yet born

 

Some will say that it is never to late

 

They have never had to carry my wait

 

If you visit me do it only at night time

 

Cannot stand to see the light I could never find

 

Do not bring flowers I can no longer smell

 

I was done in by just one single shell

 

So please bury me in a corner grave

 

Do not cry for a man who could not be saved