As I walk through this night
And feel the cold air on my skin
I miss home
And I miss your arms
Which are so far away
And like fire we burn brightly
Until there's nothing left
But the memory
And the ashes of what was
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
As I walk through this night
And feel the cold air on my skin
I miss home
And I miss your arms
Which are so far away
And like fire we burn brightly
Until there's nothing left
But the memory
And the ashes of what was
Lyrics I wrote for a Screamo I had been part in some time ago, Your Lips Vs. Mine
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