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Memories litter the floor like ashes,
Once vibrant like we were,
they're cold and grey
it could be time to burn them all away.

How it used to be doesn't matter anymore,
so I'll grab the match and
set the past ablaze,
like it's okay

But the wood, it was wet
Yeah, I'm not ready to give in yet
because something is worth putting out
the fire of this pain,
I'd rather keep the memories
than let a million more degrees
prove that I have nothing to hold onto.

Ashes litter the ground like memories,
I had to forget you
because you went so cold
and memories like that are hard to hold.

How it used to be, I barely know now
Our past dances in the flames,
and when it smolders,
thats when I'll be okay

Because the wood, it was dry.
Yeah, I was ready to say goodbye
because nothing was worth holding back
the fire of this rage
I'd rather burn away the past,
leave the memories in the ash,
and prove that I had nothing to hold onto.

The memories,
the ash,
there's always something left to grasp.
and to hold onto,
and to remember you

Memories litter the floor like ashes
it could be time to burn them all away...