A Posthumous Publication Of His Memoirs Lyrics

here lies a dead man
and i'm taking notes for my publication

diary i am not a ghost
this is not what i thought
i just want to feel again
i can't just communicate
i can't elaborate
dirt has rained and i can't breathe

how strange this one
seemed odd enough
not fond of this life he had
drifted away what things he would say

diary i'm a stranger here
locked up in the prison fear
i just want to feel again
help me i will suffocate
i am an ingrate
dirt has rained and i can't breathe

live long drawn forth the dead faces in another place
how long to endure ones fate is holding on to you
memoirs of yesterday could he have been more than what we see

diary this is not what i thought