Buried Alive
Mel Tillis Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Mel Tillis's song Buried Alive are a heart-wrenching expression of the deep sorrow and despair that one can feel after the loss of a loved one. The imagery of "living in a six room grave" and "living buried alive" conveys the feeling of being trapped and suffocated by one's grief, unable to escape the pain and move on with life. The persona in the lyrics has lost all of their reasons for living and is simply existing, unable to distinguish between today and tomorrow.


The reference to the headstone being a mailbox on the street is a poignant reminder of the finality of death and the sense of displacement that can come from losing someone. The flowers she planted serve as a reminder of the love and care that the persona's lost loved one had for them, and how that love continues to live on even after their physical absence.


Overall, the lyrics to Buried Alive are a powerful depiction of the toll that grief can take on a person and the sense of isolation and loneliness that can come from losing someone close. Through his words, Mel Tillis captures the complex emotions and experiences that many people go through after the loss of a loved one.


Line by Line Meaning

When she left I locked the door and pulled the shades
After my beloved departed, I made an active decision to cut myself off from the outside world by closing the door and blocking out the light


Now I'm living in a six room grave
Due to my intense grief and isolation, my living space has become a dismal, suffocating tomb that constantly reminds me of my loss


All my reasons for living have died so I'm living buried alive
Without my significant other, my purpose and will to live have vanished, leaving me to merely exist in a state of emptiness and despair


I just exist with nothing but sorrow I don't know if it's today or tomorrow
My life is consumed by unrelenting grief; it's impossible to distinguish one day from the next as they're all equally bleak and devoid of hope


I'm through living with the world outside so I'm living buried alive
Unable to cope with the outside world's reminders of my loss and the need to interact with others, I've retreated into myself, giving up any semblance of a real life


I just can't believe she's gone I've been too weak to cry
The reality of my loved one's absence is so devastating that it feels like a dream I can't shake off; I'm overwhelmed by emotional turmoil and unable to even cry it out


Now I sit and wait for teardops to fill my lonely eyes
In my solitary existence, I'm resigned to waiting for the inevitable, all-consuming sadness to break through so I can finally express my grief


My headstone is just a mailbox on the street
My personal mailbox, which once signified outgoing, real communication with the world, is now the closest reminder of my own mortality and lack of real human connection


And the flowers she planted make it complete
Even though she's gone, the remnants of her presence linger through the flowers she planted outside- a bittersweet reminder of her influence and the fleeting nature of life


Now this home is like a grave inside so I'm living buried alive
Despite being in a physical space that was once a haven of comfort and love, it has become nothing more than a tomb, trapping me in my own never-ending grief


Yes I'm living buried alive
In summary, I'm stuck in a despairing, isolated state where all joy and hope have been suffocated- I'm truly living, but in reality, I'm already dead




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Comments from YouTube:

MSASteeler

Great, slow, Country ballad by the amazing Mel Tillis.

caseyboy132003

Now this is what country music truly sounds like!

Broc felix

I played this backwards. She came back. Heaven knows I'm miserable now

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