Reaching out, attempting to touch the echo
oh, the reverberation is just my reflection
my fire was extinguished, passion that burned
the scorching heat has been bitten by the shrillest ice
persistently dreaming of reigniting it
alas, I lack the desire it requires
let me gather what remains of the flame
and burn every bridge I ever built
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 10:22 PM UTC
Reaching out, attempting to touch the echo
oh, the reverberation is just my reflection
my fire was extinguished, passion that burned
the scorching heat has been bitten by the shrillest ice
persistently dreaming of reigniting it
alas, I lack the desire it requires
let me gather what remains of the flame
and burn every bridge I ever built
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