In the blink of an eye, all was lost
I've burned every bridge I've come across
Dancing in the flames stand those I'm forced to forget
Their once loving faces fade further into silhouette
Chest pains on par with cardiac arrest
Reminiscing of a time I was once at my best
Only wishing my shoulders would not succumb
To the weight of the world of the man I've become
But the values which make a man have long ago frayed
Empathy and understanding and caring decayed
It rings true that "The past should stay dead"
Well how many bullets are needed to get it out of my head?
How many more tears will need to be shed?
How many words that can't be unsaid?
Left alone with only my thoughts to dwell,
I suppose this is the definition of a living hell