When she left I locked the door and pulled the shades
Now I?m living in a six room grave
All my reasons for living have d-i-e-d
So I?m living buried alive
I just exist with nothing but sorrow
I don?t know if it?s today or tomorrow
I?m through living with the world out-si-d-e
So I?m living buried alive
I just can?t believe she?s gone
I?ve been too weak to cry
I sit and wait for teardrops
To fill my lonely eyes
My headstone is just a mailbox on the street
And the flowers she planted make things complete
Now this home is like a grave ins-i-d-e
So I?m living buried alive
My headstone is just a mailbox on the street
And the flowers she planted make things complete
Now this home is like a grave ins-i-d-e
So I?m living buried alive