Bury
Grab a shovel
Dig a hole
This is where the bodies go
Bury the past
Bury this place I used to call home
These walls stained with memories
They show an empty face
Where you used to be
And I can't grip the fact that in this life you'll never be a part of me
I guess I'll stand here alone
I guess I'll stand here alone
And I prayed to God
Found out he's not real
An unanswered plea
Am I not worthy to feel
It still hurts and things still aren't clear
So fill it up
This hole we dug
We slaved
Dig a hole
This is where the bodies go
Bury the past
Bury this place I used to call home
These walls stained with memories
They show an empty face
Where you used to be
And I can't grip the fact that in this life you'll never be a part of me
I guess I'll stand here alone
I guess I'll stand here alone
And I prayed to God
Found out he's not real
An unanswered plea
Am I not worthy to feel
It still hurts and things still aren't clear
So fill it up
This hole we dug
We slaved
Credits
Writer(s): Nick Cherney
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