I’m still here… (voice cracks) still here… [Verse 1] I was the kid with the busted lip, smile glued on like tape, Dad’s belt wrote scripture on my back—every lash a shape. Mom stared through me like I was fog on the window pane, “Man up,” she said, while I drowned in the kitchen drain. Worked three graves just to keep the lights from dyin’, But the fridge stayed empty, and their love kept lyin’. Cousins posted prayers, then ghosted the thread, Left me read at 2 a.m.—blue ticks, I’m dead. I begged for a lifeline, got memes and eye-rolls, Now the mirror shows a stranger with bullet-hole soul. [Chorus] This is the grave of ghosts—diggin’ my name in the dirt, Every “I love you” a shovel, every goodbye a hurt. I scream into pillows, but the cotton just swallows the sound, Missin’ the warmth of arms that buried me six feet down. Please—come back, I’m freezin’ in the bed we broke, Judged me trash, then vanished like cigarette smoke. Grave of ghosts… yeah, I’m buried alive, Clawin’ at the lid while the silence replies. (Ad-lib: Can anybody hear me? God—anybody?) [Verse 2] Rent’s a vampire, sucks the marrow from my bones, Boss man laughs—“That’s life, kid, get off your phone.” Siblings got new families, I’m the glitch in the frame, Holiday tables got an empty chair with my name. I tried therapy—doc said “forgive,” like it’s a switch, But forgiveness don’t fill the fridge or stitch the stitch. Nights I rehearse apologies to the dark, Voice mails to heaven that never leave a mark. I’d trade every tomorrow for one yesterday hug, But the past is a locked door, and I lost the drug. [Chorus] This is the grave of ghosts—diggin’ my name in the dirt, Every “I love you” a shovel, every goodbye a hurt. I scream into pillows, but the cotton just swallows the sound, Missin’ the warmth of arms that buried me six feet down. Please—come back, I’m freezin’ in the bed we broke, Judged me trash, then vanished like cigarette smoke. Grave of ghosts… yeah, I’m buried alive, Clawin’ at the lid while the silence replies. (Ad-lib: I’m so cold… so cold…) [Bridge] (Beat drops to cello drone + heartbeat kick) I counted the cracks in the ceiling—two hundred and nine, Each one a promise you broke while I pretended I’m fine. I still set your plate at dinner, then scrape it in trash, Talk to your shadow like it’s flesh, like it’ll talk back. (Voice breaks, near whisper) If love was a debt, I overpaid in blood, Now the interest is loneliness, and it’s floodin’ the mud. [Final Chorus/Outro] Grave of ghosts… (ghosts) I’m the dirt and the stone, Every memory a headstone, every breath a moan. I’d kill for your voice cuttin’ through this tomb, But the dead don’t answer, and neither do you. Please… (voice splinters) I’m beggin’ on my knees, Left me rottin’ in the silence—take the keys. Grave of ghosts… I’m buried… alive… (Last piano note decays, heartbeat flatlines into silence)
