No need to manufacture gravestones
I see, a picture/biography disowned
Pretty morbidity is fun in a film
I mean, I guess it is
But it can come in more than view of a kill
Frozen, you'd think he lives
You left your mark on my heart, and it lives on
In spite of what it seems
Now every part of what used to be ours, is marked
Online and on my screen
"In loving memory"
No need for bows and flowers
They seem "too much"
Silk trees and photographed paragraphs
They'd be enough!
Must I not write a speech
Promising myself to keep your memory in my mind?
Everytime I open my social media page I find yours
And years have passed but still, it hurts
You left your mark on my heart, and it lives on
In spite of what it seems
Now every part of what used to be ours, is marked
Online and on my screen
"In loving memory"
What do I do with this
Empty re-entry of moments I miss?
No words upon your lips
That I half expect to still kiss
You left your mark on my heart, and it lives on
In spite of what it seems
Now every part of what used to be ours, is marked
Online and on my screen