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It's about loosing more than love, or loosing a part of your self with lost love. |
| Words of the past, fill me fast Bringing haunting chills that last Why can't this pain ever leave this fast You left me, like you said you never could Now I sit alone in the woods Tortured like a trader! I feel my pain grow greater Why would you say something then do another? I hate you more as the sky grows darker. The fire is my only escape The fire becomes my drape But as the flames surround me I can only think "Who am I leaving?" |