No one would care, If I left like the air leaves my lungs after a kiss. I'm a burden A choice people regret as soon as they fully understand the consequences I'm a wish people want to take back A soul forever lost in a sea of never being enough. I'm loved The same way you love a painting in a museum, from a distance and with no real understanding of what it means... A flame forever sought until it burns the skin, only to be put out again.