Diggy Graves - Grave Bell

When the mic drops, I hope they tell
Everybody that I'm doing well
Somewhere deep in purgatory
With my feet up, reading stories
About the man, that used to worry
Never copped that new found glory
Some things in this life you bury, just so you don't have to carry
Burdens of people staring, talking shit about appearance
'Til they make you feel embarrassed
Sober kids, can cry to parents
Addicts hide in pride, and perish
'Til they die inside, and cherish

Who they used to be, and where they were before
Who they couldn't be, who they'd change it for
Wait and watch 'em bleed, 'til they take no more
Lying on the floor, 'cause the reaper's at your door

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