What’s
that
I
hear
you
cry
Don’t
stand
at your
grave
and
weep
I
wouldn’t
piss
on it
If it
was on
fire
You
fucking
egotistical
creep
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
What’s
that
I
hear
you
cry
Don’t
stand
at your
grave
and
weep
I
wouldn’t
piss
on it
If it
was on
fire
You
fucking
egotistical
creep
How long
can you
go on
writing
When
your only
inspiration
is spite?
And now
you’ve had
to start
forgiving
So that
you can
sleep
at night
Your
mouth
is full
of spiteThe
words
you use
are savageIt must
be so
hard for
youTo carry
around
that much
baggage
Tell all
the lies
about me
you like
Spin your
twisted
tales
of spite
But half
truths won’t
make people
like you
And they
certainly
don’t make
you right
If only
I had
stayed
here
I’d have
known
what it
was like
To
live a
life of
happiness
Instead
of one
so full
of spite
Live, laugh, love
Comes the wisdom from above
Stop, sob, spite
Is what gets me through the night