Why don’t we burn once more,
In the same agony,
Who knows suffering will be sweeter this time,
Who knows our fights might be a little more fierce,
Who knows scars this time, will make us shiver more,
Why don’t we undress once more,
And let the mirror decide,
Who is more scarred,
But hey,
Why are you smiling?
Did I lose again?
Were your scars deeper?
Did you drown in the blood filled bathtub?
As I put another cigarette butt to oblivion,
And look down,
The breeze once again telling me to stop,
But I won’t give in,
As my feet leave the edge of my balcony,
And you bleed to your demise in the bath,
For now, somewhere an angel must have sighed,
And this massacre of our hopes,