I Would Set Myself On Fire For You. Three. Zeneszám

I tried to understand you, but I can't.



I wish you could see yourself standing there now: so tall, so proud, and so bold.



Do you recognize these footprints in the sand?



They have always been your own.



It was beautiful when I walked outside and realized that I could look straight through the sky and not be afraid.



So what if I die everyday a little more inside, it's just another night to lie awake and wonder.



I've written a thousand pages in her name and I just want to know does she ever wonder, does she remember, does she even care.



It's been so long. Now my soul has shattered, left broken glass under her feet as she walks away.



I still remember when we were beautiful, it was so beautiful.