Sweet tasting ashes is running down my throat
When the flames are finally out
and only left the ruins of me
With no voice left to shout
And kick and scream and fight
No, Nothing’s left inside of me
But sorrow, but pain
There’s nothing left to see
I used to be a flower
I used to be so good
Now I’m just a shadow
I feel so damn misunderstood
For the fire’s long over
And you’ve moved on
While I’m still licking my wounds
Since you’ve gone
A word can’t make a sentence
And a rose can’t be a garden on it’s own
Just like a waterdrop can’t be an ocean
I can’t make it alone
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