Six Feet

I'm not a czar, I'm not a saint
Nor am I homeless
I'm not afar, nor close
Nor content

I can't dream or fall in love
I can't hope for the best
As a small addition to the soil

I didn't get the flowers or the gifts
I didn't hear your cried sentiments
But if one thing is said with no help from a breath
You wouldn't say, but it's today would confess

I'm just another damn coffin
In another damn hole in the ground
I'm just another damn coffin
In another damn hole in the ground

I was young, I was brave
I was someone
I could love, I could feel
And express

But how could I have known
That what I felt was a loan?
Borrowed, then returned
At it's end

I would've been crass, estranged or a nomad
I would've fought for no one but myself
And some may insist to call me selfish
But in the end, all of us are the same

Just another damn coffin
In another damn hole in the ground
Just another damn coffin
In a hole in the ground