I guess I'm weaker than I thought
I see that now when I think of the ember of your lips
Cinder by cinder you were all brunt up
When I held you closer you turned to ashes in my arms
And I tired to forget you and
I tried to replace you
But I guess I'm weaker than I thought
Oh when our fires were bright
We danced to the nights
But once dulled to ashes
You ran with the winds
As I try to keep you aflame
Little did I know your wick had burnt out
And now my embers are weak like yours so now it's dark.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 7:12 AM UTC
I guess I'm weaker than I thought
I see that now when I think of the ember of your lips
Cinder by cinder you were all brunt up
When I held you closer you turned to ashes in my arms
And I tired to forget you and
I tried to replace you
But I guess I'm weaker than I thought
Oh when our fires were bright
We danced to the nights
But once dulled to ashes
You ran with the winds
As I try to keep you aflame
Little did I know your wick had burnt out
And now my embers are weak like yours so now it's dark.
