Sooner or later the fire that i love about you is gonna turn my heart into ashes.

Life happened
And dust settled on silence
Nothing could be said
Nothing could be heard

But memories
Could be felt

The version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility.

Yes Sir!
The last he ever said,
The last many ever said
Generations of dead
Crawling out to us in our beds
Today's war was yesterday made
Think twice
A word of the wise
If you've been too many times
You've said the words
And you may not realized
What you write
Is your last cry.

I daydreamed to the point,
Where we seemed like a reality.