The scent of your sin still lingers in the air.
Clouding my thoughts like smoke from the flames.
The flames of the passion that we once shared.
Now all is left are the embers of despair.
Now here I hang my head in shame.
"Was it something I said? Am I to blame?"
I refuse to continue being a pawn in your childish game.
I'll burn all memories of you and extinguish the flames.
And let you drift away like the smoke in the air.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
The scent of your sin still lingers in the air.
Clouding my thoughts like smoke from the flames.
The flames of the passion that we once shared.
Now all is left are the embers of despair.
Now here I hang my head in shame.
"Was it something I said? Am I to blame?"
I refuse to continue being a pawn in your childish game.
I'll burn all memories of you and extinguish the flames.
And let you drift away like the smoke in the air.
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