Burn
There’s been a day
in which I would have call your pride
I would have picked my memories up
and changed them in flowers
There’s been an evening
in which I would have follow
the stars to your sweet home
and I would have sing my pain
to the grass and to the sea
and now
there’s just a thing I really want to do
I want to burn
I want to burn my feelings to the ground
burn them deadly
and then burn them again
There’s been a day
in which I would have been crying
I would have suck emptiness from veins
and paint my life with it
There’s been a morning
in which I would have lost control
and I would have try to die
‘cause I would have seen your face alone
in every girl in every place
but now
there’s just a thing I surely want to do
I want to burn
I want to burn my love with all hell’s flames
burn it completely
and then burn it again
but now
there’s just few things I want to think about
and you are not
in count
I want to burn the morning sweet desire
I want to burn your words inside
I want to burn
and
then
to burn again
Untold evening tales
