walking away from this
and trying to be sound
it's harder than it seems
in what i thought were days
whole lifetimes went by
it makes what's next
easier said than done
if i left behind all those remnants of the past
all those pieces that you left
what would be left of me?
an empty husk of something
something i'm forgetting
forget it. all that matters is you
tried so hard to stay there
and take my place in the cinder
something brings me right back here
brings me back to you