Your throat is raw and the words come out cracked
Your hands are numb and shaky as you reach for their ghost
Your cheeks are streaked hot with self-inflicted tears
No matter how hard you scream and cry they won’t come
Because that’s the thing about burning bridges, isn’t it?
No matter how many times you say sorry
Or how hard you wish the flames hadn’t ignited
They won’t come back
Your screams become mute
The pain will last forever, you know
Because when you set the fire you never thought it would be you who got burned
And now here you are
Broken, destroyed, pathetic
On the verge of ending it all
Golden Era 