In my chest theres a flame inside,
and the burning intensifies at each and everyone of my cries!
I threw any that one special thing,
The one thing that would make me tingle and sing!
My selfish ways, confusion, continually shifting mood,
would kill any hopes of a positive attitude.
My inards are melting, whiles yours are going cold,
my ears should've been open, but i was being too bold.
I was blind in thinking i was kind,
but little did i know i was running out of time.
Our bond is broken, and the ice continues to grow,
Will there be happiness by the end of the show?
And if that ending contains a death,
and as lips unlock and we take our last breath,
I'd look back at our good times in sorrow,
And fill up my lungs and pick up the pieces tomorrow.