The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Burn

Kick me out to save my soul,watch me burn as I hit my low My souls on fire and your the fuel I feel like I'm caged with nothing to lose You put me here to save me somehow The walls are caving in on me, desperately scratching and gasping for air I still feel you burning inside of me Look over at me, what is it you see I'm in the corner waiting for you, my fire is in need of your fuel By kicking me out you locked me in, this cage will not be my end The key to my freedom is not with you, but the key to my burning soul is your fuel Come closer to my cage and light the match that will set me free Blue skies and burning embers, this is the end for me You made a cage to save me, but your fuel was my only need Specks of dust is all that's left your fuel is gone and so is the rest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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