Memory. Is this what we are then? Strangers in the wind. Whispered words, Thrown across a smoky room. The ash after a fire, That burnt it's own passion away. Lost souls forever searching. Never finding. Hopeless. Worthless. Is this what I am to you? What you are to me? Just a memory?
Nothing Screaming it until your lungs give out. Lust and fire and passion. Knowing what you want, And yet don't being able to reach it. Fuck! You hate them. The one you love so much. The way they move. The way they entrance you. You cannot do it. You cannot live with them any longer. Their existence obsesses you to the brink of destruction. Yet you know you can't leave. It would tear your heart to shreds. Batter you. Destroy you. Their is only pain with them. But without them, there is nothing.
Tears I feel the tears splash down. I miss your face. And I know you've gone. But I can't fill your place. There's no point denying. You've left me for good. But the hope still burns. The way it always should. I put my faith In you. My heart, my soul, my love. You crushed them down. Your fist an iron glove.