Burn (Lams Rewrite)

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(John)

I've burned all the letters I wrote

All the evidence of when you were mine,

Back when you were mine

You used to be mine

Do you know what our friends said

When they caught me writing letters at night?

They said "be careful, dear friend,

You must do what it takes to survive."

You and your promises

They blocked out reality

Your reassurance left me defenseless

We could have had the world

If we had done it right

I'm rereading these letters I wrote you

Looking and praying for something

In every line

for some sort of reason to keep them

Other than as memories

From when you were mine

And now the world seems to

Burn

Burn

I cannot risk someone finding these letters

I cannot tell the whole world

What we did in our tent

If I keep them, I will ruin my life

Do you know what our friends shall say when

I tell them what I've done?

They'll say, "You were careful for long,

But you must forget that past life and your love"

You and me, our legacies to protect

our words which bordered on careless

And we shall be paranoid

How they perceive us

Us, us, us

I'm taking these out of the narrative

Let future historians wonder

Where the responses to your letter have gone

Why there is no reaction from me

We might tear it all apart

So I watch as they

Burn

Watching them burn

The world can't have rights to my heart

The world has no place in that tent

They will never get to know what I said

I'm burning the memories

Burning the letters that might have slandered us

I must forfeit my rights to your heart

Forfeit the memories of our love

I'll sleep all alone instead

With only my memories

Of when you were mine

I hope that they burn

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