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The world is on fire and I'm thinking that's not such a bad thing.
Maybe it will take away the pain,
condemned to a lifetime of agony in my heart.
I doubt it'd be strong enough, but it's a start.
This pain feels indestructable.
It just keeps building brick by brick.
Soon to be a wall, not of protection,
but like a prision, it will limit me.
Unable to let anyone in at all.
I dig my own grave.
The hole is in the ground.
It's taking everything I've got
to keep my feet to the ground
and my head, to the sky.
So destroy the indestructable.
Break down the wall, brick by brick.
Fill in this grave I've dug.
Because I'm dying to be with you.