that it was your heart
that was built on wood burning until daybreak.
a soft golden glow lit up the magenta flames,
our names crinkling softly underneath the decaying leaves.
and i should have seen
that it was him who did me wrong ;
he was just waiting for me to fall
<< not to pick up the pieces >>
no.
instead to show
that he would forever win your heart
ho l y shit, it was a setup from the start.
