Lived And Died Alone

Love never came easily to me|There were no fish swimming in my sea|I resided myself to the fact|That I would always love never to be loved back|But that's okay, I know some day||When the sun has set, I will go dig up the dead|Lift their bodies from their graves |And i'll lay them in my bed|To fill their hollow hearts with all of my broken parts|And all the love that they were never shown|To all those who have lived and died alone||I guess I thought it couldn't really hurt|To search for sweethearts underneath the dirt|Sure, they may be made of dust and bone|But I will take them home from their lonely tombstone|To be with me in the Dead Sea||When the sun has set, I will go dig up the dead|Lift their bodies from their graves|And i'll lay them in my bed|To fill their hollow hearts with all of my broken parts|And all the love that they were never shown|To all those who have lived and died alone||When the sun has set, I will go dig up the dead|Lift their bodies from their graves|And i'll lay them in my bed|I will fill their hollow hearts with all of my broken parts|And all the love that they were never shown|To all those who have lived and died alone||To all those who have lived and died alone||