We were ignited and our fire was blazing!
Our love was a light in our own world.
You grew exhausted and no longer wanted to carry such a heavy load.
In result, you lit another torch, another light to ease your so called "pain".
This torch was much stronger, much more bright than me.
She was better, but she was her and I was me.
Still, it didn't stop you from realizing you no longer needed me as your light.
I was now disposable, like the word "friend".
And before I knew it, our world was at it's peak.
And it was overcome by a cold, empty darkness, that you've created.
