this bridge between us
built of kerosene
and you;
you were holding
a ******* candle
i got love for you
even if youre doubting me
i was trying to get to you
but you lit up the bridge
you watched me burn
and turned into ashes
all these words meant nothing
and you've always been this heartless
stabbing knives of deceit
behind my back
taking a part of myself
and set me on fire
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
this bridge between us
built of kerosene
and you;
you were holding
a ******* candle
i got love for you
even if youre doubting me
i was trying to get to you
but you lit up the bridge
you watched me burn
and turned into ashes
all these words meant nothing
and you've always been this heartless
stabbing knives of deceit
behind my back
taking a part of myself
and set me on fire
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