You touch my lips with yours.
And it feels lile endless chores.
Were I'm stuck in these empty habits.
Pretending my mind still fits.
In the box you locked my heart.
Where it was from the start.
We lived in this paradise.
Now you watch as it dies.
"Please don't cry, it will be okay".
It's a easy lie we all say.
And you say it as I burn.
Then move on to give your next victim a turn.
I wonder what number I am to your list.
You destroyed me without ever raising a fist.
And as the wind carries my ashes away.
I'm left with nothing to say.
