The burn in my chest is always there.
Bit by bit I'm changing.
Am I melting? (in your arms)
Or am I flaking and charring?
Either way I am no longer the same. (Soul)
Am I hardened from you leaving me out in the cold?
Or am I soft from all the heat?
(Temper temper,love)
We both always knew that I was no match
However much it subsides it will always return
This thing we call friendship
Is the cause of our cracked skin
Our white knuckles
*Our melted hearts are now turned to dust.
The fiery embers that set them aglow have faded.*
Our words scatter with the wind.
be careful,love
Wouldn't want to choke..
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
The burn in my chest is always there.
Bit by bit I'm changing.
Am I melting? (in your arms)
Or am I flaking and charring?
Either way I am no longer the same. (Soul)
Am I hardened from you leaving me out in the cold?
Or am I soft from all the heat?
(Temper temper,love)
We both always knew that I was no match
However much it subsides it will always return
This thing we call friendship
Is the cause of our cracked skin
Our white knuckles
*Our melted hearts are now turned to dust.
The fiery embers that set them aglow have faded.*
Our words scatter with the wind.
be careful,love
Wouldn't want to choke..
