There's always a flame that leaves hearts broken.
A flame washed out by words unspoken.
We're left as zombies craving for that fire.
Cursed to walk this world tired.
My flesh almost gone from giving you all of me.
All one can hope for is a green sprout for a cut tree.
My heart beats in the grave that's why I get higher.
No drugs can make me less colder so I search for
a soul on fire.
