Cemetery Gates

I know that we're different but I can't relate I don't think I would make it inside of the gates With the best of intentions you thought you could help I just can't stare at a headstone and talk to myself As if it were somebody else But hell I could gloss over memories And get lost in a melody I wrote to cope with a past that was dead to me I'd deal with the devil if I could forget And be ignorant rather than cynical Innocent rather than miserablе Difficult tragic decisions were dissonant static and rhythms Conditionеd to quietly die Feel like I'm fading I'm dying away When I let go Write something meaningful I wouldn't say On my headstone Go through the rituals make them believe That I'll be remembered forever And try to pretend I was better In words that if I wasn't dead, you would never recite She heard the news and she fell to the floor I still wonder why I was hesitant for The end of a life that's a hell of a thought There's solace inside of a burial plot I walked through the gates Expressionless look on my face Kept my composure in place Faked an embrace Tried to pretend in your faith I'd deal with the devil to stay Ignorant rather than cynical Innocent rather than miserable Difficult tragic decisions were dissonant static and rhythms Conditioned to quietly die Feel like I'm fading I'm dying away When I let go Write something meaningful I wouldn't say On my headstone Go through the rituals make them believe That I'll be remembered forever And try to pretend I was better In words that if I wasn't dead, you would never recite Feel like I'm fading I'm dying away When I let go Write something meaningful I wouldn't say On my headstone Go through the rituals make them believe That I'll be remembered forever And try to pretend I was better In words that if I wasn't dead, you would never recite