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