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 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