An echoed rattling in my head
Feed the fire broken pieces
Of what I promised I’d leave dead
You are worth the hungering flames
But my skin was always scared to burn
Now they choke on what I never had
And grow cold with what I never learned
This, a silent apology
You're not a metaphor at all
You are real but getting farther
As I swiftly, calmly fall
But my skin was always scared to burn
Now they choke on what I never had
And grow cold with what I never learned
This, a silent apology
You're not a metaphor at all
You are real but getting farther
As I swiftly, calmly fall
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