Burning Irene
Tears and fears of her memory
Looking back at the burning of her life
These walls these halls from glittery
stifling hot in her mind as she looks behind
Free from me
Free from she
She looks at me
With tears in eyes asking why it had to be
laughing smiling, looking at me but
thinking of him, she never had a beauty within
free from me
free from she
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