The word is turning, slowly turning
All the while I've been burning, slowly burning
It seems that everything has burst into flames
Although the fire is mine it refuses to be tamed
No matter how hard I try, some things will never be the same
I must keep moving along, I must remain sane
The fire grows rapidly, the surrounding turn to ashes
Not a single soul could be saved with even the quickest reactions
The building up in smoke are crumbling to the ground
I sit upon the hilltop knowing it's all been destroyed without a sound
All alone off in the distance, waiting so patiently to be found
There's no need to worry, eventually someone will come around
Wondering who will be my savior and where they might be
I rest against the only thing left, the last, lonely tree
Just me, myself and I left with the lonley tree and our misery
Looking away from the destruction, the only savior is me
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 6:38 PM UTC
The word is turning, slowly turning
All the while I've been burning, slowly burning
It seems that everything has burst into flames
Although the fire is mine it refuses to be tamed
No matter how hard I try, some things will never be the same
I must keep moving along, I must remain sane
The fire grows rapidly, the surrounding turn to ashes
Not a single soul could be saved with even the quickest reactions
The building up in smoke are crumbling to the ground
I sit upon the hilltop knowing it's all been destroyed without a sound
All alone off in the distance, waiting so patiently to be found
There's no need to worry, eventually someone will come around
Wondering who will be my savior and where they might be
I rest against the only thing left, the last, lonely tree
Just me, myself and I left with the lonley tree and our misery
Looking away from the destruction, the only savior is me
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