Aug 2017
I say take these lies from your past; pluck them from their roots
Crush them in your hand and throw them into the fire.
I say watch the flames lick and swallow the lies up into the hot
rage of destruction, as they turn into ash.
I say wait for it to cool down, then pick those ashes up
Watch them blacken your hands like singed paper
And then wash it all off and away until there’s no
Trace* left. You deserve a new start.
Crush them in your hand and throw them into the fire.
I say watch the flames lick and swallow the lies up into the hot
rage of destruction, as they turn into ash.
I say wait for it to cool down, then pick those ashes up
Watch them blacken your hands like singed paper
And then wash it all off and away until there’s no
Trace* left. You deserve a new start.
Memories
