Theres nothing left to do
But burn the memories of you
Strike the match, create a spark, I find myself detach, find a way through the dark
The fire burns
Something in me still yearns to hear you one more time, but I know memories of you cant return
My hands stained with ash
Thinking of you I hack and slash
My heart and mind clash and crash. Left with the whiplash
My clothes smell of smoke
Remembering how it feels for my heart to be broke
Tearing up the feelings you invoke
Wishing we never even spoke
Feeding the fire I continue to stoke
I know theres nothing left that I can do
Everything has to burn through
Every last memory of you
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
Theres nothing left to do
But burn the memories of you
Strike the match, create a spark, I find myself detach, find a way through the dark
The fire burns
Something in me still yearns to hear you one more time, but I know memories of you cant return
My hands stained with ash
Thinking of you I hack and slash
My heart and mind clash and crash. Left with the whiplash
My clothes smell of smoke
Remembering how it feels for my heart to be broke
Tearing up the feelings you invoke
Wishing we never even spoke
Feeding the fire I continue to stoke
I know theres nothing left that I can do
Everything has to burn through
Every last memory of you