And the funeral screams
The song that it sings
The memories feel
What was everything
The sound rings loud
From a sick shotgun
What can never be fought
Can never be won

So sooner or later
I gotta believe

That she's getting
That she's getting better
While my heart bleeds
While i can't forget her
That she's getting
That she's getting better
While [bad word] away
In my burden of shame

When my injuries are still
Like the eye of the storm
Then the feeling creeps in
Like a wave to the shore
Will i ever be whole
In the half where i'm not
What can never be found
Can never be lost

So sooner or later
I gotta believe

That she's getting
That she's getting better
While my heart bleeds
While i can't forget her
That she's getting
That she's getting better
While [bad word] away
In my burden of shame