After a (long) while, here am I again.. I've composed this yesterday.. Hope you enjoy it.
Burn
I like to burn paper sheets
To see the ground the ashes hit
Smell the reek of charred sore
Burning the wounds in my heart
When you are here it feels whole
But it is broken when you're gone
To see the ground the ashes hit
Smell the reek of charred sore
Burning the wounds in my heart
When you are here it feels whole
But it is broken when you're gone
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