there's a blood stain on the floor by the door where your whole world fell and died. there's a silent chair in the corner of the room where you sat alone and cried. well she got something to say to you, but the words never mean a thing, so she took that needle to her pain and set herself free. burn! burn it to the ground. when times got tough you got a little tougher then you slowly fell behind. running to catch the things you could not see, running to catch what you could not find. well i never wanted to need you, now it's time for you to see, this forgotten pain that you tried to hide, buried in your apathy. burn! burn all to the ground...
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