You burn out when your left alone
Why do you chace these ghosts of home
they will kill you in the end
Another night, laying on the floor
Staring, at the door
You read, old messages on your phone
So you don't feel, quite so alone
it's so hard to watch yourself fade
you know whats coming, at the end of this parade
wheres that boy, who puts the color in this place
He lights up the room, with his smiling face
I wonder if he knows your withering away
what would he say
would he pull you in his arms
promiseing to protect you, from, any form of harm
would he, sweetly kiss you cheek
and wisper, you are strong not weak