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