This Might Be Just What I Need

The promises we used to
make
The solem swears you so easily
break
Just burn the love and innocents at the
stake

The glory held in our
names
Just know, that this is the worst kind of
pain
Point the finger all you want, but the bloods on all our hands

Just let our friendship burn at the stake,
No I may not think that it's too late,
I just know for once, that saying goodbye may not be the mistake

by gelid
posted on 09/12/2009