We were born from ashes and dust, and now I don't know if the fireworks are mine or hers to clean up.
So let the dead stay dead. Let us stay what we are. Let us lie, and not rise.
Because we've all seen what becomes of innocence, and purity. We've experienced it firsthand.
Please, don't let us, be dragged to the wind.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
We were born from ashes and dust, and now I don't know if the fireworks are mine or hers to clean up.
So let the dead stay dead. Let us stay what we are. Let us lie, and not rise.
Because we've all seen what becomes of innocence, and purity. We've experienced it firsthand.
Please, don't let us, be dragged to the wind.
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