It\'s raining on my grave
And it\'s raining in my heart
I\'ve been dead for a whole year
And it\'s not even the worse part
She is buried next to me
But I woke and she had not
I don\'t want to live without her!
The only thing I can think about, is her! and the night we were shot!
A crow sits on my tombstone
I think it wants me to follow it
So I get up and re teach myself to walk
Then it leads me to a very familiar piece of shit!
There is a guy in an alley
Sticking up another poor young couple
The same guy in fact
The one who caused me all my trouble
I say lessons never learned old friend!
He turns and says (no!, you\'re a ghost!
I killed you last year!
At your funeral I gave a toast!?!)
Yet here I am!
He shoots me again
And I laughed in his face as the bullet did nothing
I walked towards him
He pops off another round
I pretend that it worked
And I fall to the ground
He came to see if I was dead
Then searched through my pockets
Then I dug my thumb nails
Deep into his eye sockets!
I told him as he struggled
It\'s not so bad you killed me
But her why her?
In the middle of his screams
He said fuck you!.....and her!
I got up and grabbed his gun
Out of a puddle of mud
There was a loud bang
And a sudden thud
The crow took me back
Back to my resting place
But I wasn\'t ready
I wanted to see her face
So with my bare hands
I dug till I reached her
And went back to sleep
In her coffin , next to her
By LukeCoomer ©