Roses On My Grave Testo

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.