The first song I wrote. Tell me what you think!
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I don’t see the light and I don’t hear the sound
Yet my heart still keeps on beating for you, even underground
These cut’s on my wrist they still have yet to heal
But it’s okay sweety. Cause I still can’t fuckin feel
Im at the bottom of the hole, there’s no warmness on my soul
six feet under never felt so much like my home
holding an empty flask, one more chance is all I ask
But you stabbed me in the back. You went and broke our sacred pact
I know your not alone, im stuck here praying on my own
What I want I don’t know, but what I need is you home
My self esteem was shot down, as I started to drown
In this puddle of my tears laying here on the ground
I don’t see the light and I don’t hear the sound
Yet my heart still keeps on beating for you, even underground
These cut’s on my wrist they still have yet to heal
But it’s okay sweety. Cause I still can’t fuckin feel
I wake up every morning without you by my side,
and from that I feel like shit from every tear that I cried
for you, yeah only you baby, noone else was worth my time
But you took me all for granted, and to you that’s just fine
Now im stuck here waiting, for you to come around
but I know it aint gonna happen, not when your prince has been crowned
So I look up to God and I ask Him just why
But all I see is an empty Heaven way up in the clear sky
Now I know im all alone, and no matter how hard I try
I know that i’ll always see your face everytime that I cry
I don’t see the light and I don’t hear the sound
Yet my heart still keeps on beating for you, even underground
These cut’s on my wrist they still have yet to heal
But it’s okay sweety. Cause I still can’t fuckin feel
I miss your loving sighs, your little smile, your shining eyes
The way I held you tight as we watched the deep blue sky
But really all I want to say is that on that summer day
I just wish I kept my word true and told you that I love you to
I don’t see the light and I don’t hear the sound
Yet my heart still keeps on beating for you, even underground
These cut’s on my wrist they still have yet to heal
But it’s okay sweety. Cause I still can’t fuckin feel
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