Flame and fire, cinders and smoke,
it's all laid out in the songs we wrote.
We were never meant to last,
but to meet, share, and part in a flash.
I'm gratefull for what was given,
and thankfull for what was learned.
I've finally healed from being so sorely burned.
I set you free and wish you luck,
but you won't let me help you,
so I can't give a flying fuck.
© Bass Switala