While I let go of your hand, my heart breaks in pieces
All I can think of is what's left of all the small pieces
The vestige of a life we built, the promises we made
Shattered by the mistakes I made and again, made

You were not the one to blame,
I was the one after the fame
And with your heart I played
Setting it on fire while you prayed
For me, for us and for love

You were in love with a dove,
But baby, I am a phoenix
And I can never be chained by love
I'll die and come back before six

Poetry is a blessing but also a curse
For poets always long for depth
And sometimes they find it in a pulse
A heartbeat or a broken heart

So darling, I'll toast to your life
While I crumble and die
But don't worry about me, love
I am a Phoenix, remember?