Words of the past, fill me fast
Bringing haunting chills that last
Why can't this pain ever leave this fast
You left me, like you said you never could
Now I sit alone in the woods
Tortured like a trader!
I feel my pain grow greater
Why would you say something then do another?
I hate you more as the sky grows darker.
The fire is my only escape
The fire becomes my drape
But as the flames surround me
I can only think "Who am I leaving?"
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