The Arsonist

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The one who broke you can't be the one to fix you.
So stop and try to see my point of view.
The air between us smells like gasoline.
I hope you never ment to be so mean.
I want to erase all of are good memories.
Because you seem to forget about me with ease.
From the ashes you used to build me up to the highest.
I don't know when you became the arsonist.

You promised me you would always be there.
Are all these burns how you show you care.
My heart can't take this much more.
But I can't seem to close this door.
I'm afraid there are no more bridges left to burn.
I am trapped on this island with nowhere to turn.
You can't fix what you've done even if you try.
But I know you won't because you left without saying goodbye.

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