The fire inside me was put out years ago
All that's left is this smokey haze
It clouds my vision, because I cannot let go
The dark grows, its my darkest days
Some seem to try to start a flame
Using nothing but flint and steel
I keep telling them it won’t work the same
Not even time can help me heal
But one day, I met this person
They didn’t require tools or a lighter
I was the moon, and they were my sun
They didn’t give up, they were a fighter
When my lips locked theirs
She lifted my weight
I didn't have any worries or cares
My head was clear of hate
But as soon as they let go
My fire starts to go out
Because i'm not sure how much they know
I love them, without a doubt.
The smoke fills my chest
It’s familiar high feeling
Her hand in mine, was always the best
The smoke feels good, but she was the best healing.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 10:40 AM UTC
The fire inside me was put out years ago
All that's left is this smokey haze
It clouds my vision, because I cannot let go
The dark grows, its my darkest days
Some seem to try to start a flame
Using nothing but flint and steel
I keep telling them it won’t work the same
Not even time can help me heal
But one day, I met this person
They didn’t require tools or a lighter
I was the moon, and they were my sun
They didn’t give up, they were a fighter
When my lips locked theirs
She lifted my weight
I didn't have any worries or cares
My head was clear of hate
But as soon as they let go
My fire starts to go out
Because i'm not sure how much they know
I love them, without a doubt.
The smoke fills my chest
It’s familiar high feeling
Her hand in mine, was always the best
The smoke feels good, but she was the best healing.