Maybe if I were to make you
The cause of my death
You'll realise every scar that you've left
I'll light my matches, set myself aflame
To bury that hatchet
You won't find the blade in my ashes
Don't come running for me
You might as well feed fuel to the fire
A part of me is lost,
I'm forever missing the pieces
That once had me solved,
They're now dissolved
We were never on the same page
Save for me reading between your lines
Even so, our history's erased
I hope you're content,
Watching everything go down in flames

© William Robert Death

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