My story to be told...
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To watch it burn
But I couldn't just leave you there
And I knew you could never love me
I had so much sorrow inside
You could never reach
But I'll ask you this
Will you still miss me?
The first time we met
Your face became etched
In my mind
You were the sun
I was the one
Who worshiped you.
My hands were your guns
Your eyes were my muse.
You can't see me behind the door
I just heard everything you said
You call him
You're saying all the things you used to say to me
Who is he
I never thought you'd drop that avalanche on me
And be unfaithful
These hotel walls are paper thin
I'm going out leaving the pain away