كلمات vanity

Let me in I deserve a place to rest my head I've suffered just like you (just like you) May our ghosts feel closer than we are now Life will go on Gold lines the corners of your casket Left open to show your vanity My body aches Carrying your pain I'll be your pallbearer Mournful and morose You've always been weak Our time is approaching But I know he will take you first No tears are shed When we hear you speak of grievance