All Memories of You Are Dead and Buried in a Grave

I don’t care, I don’t care

About you or what you meant to me

I pulled out my gun and shot

In a premeditated way

That part of my memory.

Where you are, I don’t know

And I don’t give it a second thought

My love for you and the possibility

Of the life we could have had

Went all hell for naught.

I give no more thoughts to you

They’re buried in the ground

It rained that day of the service

At that modest little grave

On the other side of town.

So, I have no tears for you

No sadness and no grief

A once lighthearted man

Now encapsulated by the weight

Of living a  life with a dark souled motif.





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