Burning Out the Past

To the black haired girl, the foolish girl who lost me, And made me lose myself I have news for you... Those pictures we took Those notes we wrote to each other Those paintings we exchanged Those memories you remember- I threw all those memories into an old ragged shoe box and drove myself to a bridge on a cold night and I lit a cigarette while that flame was still burning I tossed the lighter into that shoe box and burned you away Burning out the past all those promises burnt away and tossed into that freezing cold river Now, you're gone and I am finally happy and glad you are out of my life for good. Could you blame me though for holding on for so long?