They said you got paranoid
Who wouldn't be
The world turned inside out
For you and then for me

Polishing the surface
Washing pain away
Said you couldn't concentrate...
You knew that it was all too late

Just two weeks left
Now you lay under your flowerbed

Dust to dust
Alive and dead
From lust to rust
Underneath your flowerbed

This time it's a one way
You said seems to be my last day
You said just don't want to be afraid