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?
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