Roses on my grave Withered My headstone crumbles Forgotten Since the day I died You mourned for over a year I saw the way you cried The way you shed those tears You came to my grave Fresh roses every week A ressurection you craved Oh, you were so weak But as time flies by Your life got back on track Eventually you stopped to cry My headstone started to crack Roses on my grave Withered My headstone crumbles Forgotten My grave you visit no more Past tense I have gotten Fresh roses nevermore I am forgotten