Shaky hands.
Heart tumbling down to my stomach,
Stop, please, stop
Look at my bleeding gaze,
painfully saturated eyes
my burning tears should burn you now,
Your hands melted and gripped my hair
like concrete wax
you were the wick and I,
I am the charred, melted remains
It shouldn't have hurt so much to love,
but it did,
Oh
It did.