My sister’s room is now her tomb,
Her doll’s house is burned black,
The teddy bear that we once shared,
Lays charred upon its back.
The staircase now leads nowhere,
The TV’s just remains,
My footsteps further fragment the glass,
That once were the windowpanes.
I saw the flames as they burned towards the sky,
The reflection of their cremation lies within my eyes,
Within these smoke-stained walls all alone I stand,
I watched them burn with the matches in my hands.
I stand here in my parents’ room,
Look through the smokey haze,
Their wedding rings are the only things,
That survived this awful blaze.
The roof looks kind of skeletal,
The fire stripped it bare,
And shafts of light showcase the ash,
That swirls into the air.
I saw the flames as they burned towards the sky,
The reflection of their cremation lies within my eyes,
Within these smoke-stained walls all alone I stand,
I watched them burn with the matches in my hands.
My family they betrayed me,
Couldn’t be what they wanted me to be,
All I ever got was hurt,
But everything can burn,
I felt so disconnected,
I’m the son that they rejected,
All I ever got was hurt,
But everything can burn.
I saw the flames as they burned towards the sky,
The reflection of their cremation lies within my eyes,
Within these smoke-stained walls all alone I stand,
I watched them burn with the matches in my hands.
All I ever got was hurt,
But everything can burn,
Everything can burn,
Everything can burn. |
