The moment I started getting receiving your letters
I knew you were mine
I thought you were mine
I kept all the letters you wrote me
I read and re-read them
Searching for an answer
Searching for something that wasn't there
Foolish me, you were gifted with words
Spinning tale after tale with every letter
Still, I kept looking
I kept searching
I'm burning all the letters you sent me
Burning a part of myself I'm never getting back
I'm watching the world burn
I'm watching myself get burnt
All there is left now are the memories
