Tomorrow is the day that the clouds will come and drench me in their sadness.
The skies will shift into darkness long before the moon comes up to greet me.
I can remember the day, two years back, when she looked at me, and her eyes did all the talking.
And I knew, that mine would never see you again.
It rained that night but I think the weather was clear.

I didn't even cry for you.



I        didn't         even                                cry.

Now, I'm climbing 6 feet under to be with you but you don't even know I'm here.
Soon I will try my best to flood this hole in the Earth and we might just float away,
but you need to wake up.
Please, just this once, wake up and tell me this was the worst dream of my life.


But the dirt just continues to fall into my mouth as I scream for someone to let us out.
And my cries for help are ignored like the endless phone calls you made to me the day before you died.