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 died 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 outside so I'm living buried alive I just can't believe she's gone I've been too weak to cry Now I sit and wait for teardops to fill my lonely eyes My headstone is just a mailbox on the street And the flowers she planted make it complete Now this home is like a grave inside so I'm living buried alive Yes I'm living buried alive