The walls are breathing, I feel them closing in,
A silent whisper beneath my paper-thin skin.
I'm a fragile flame in a hurricane's eye,
Flickering moments before I say goodbye.
Oh, I can taste the static in the air,
Your touch like poison, but I'm unaware.
Every shadow's pulling me down,
Dancing with ghosts in this hollowed-out town.
Burn me down, but don't look away,
I'm ashes now, scattered yesterday.
Every scar's a story carved in my bones,
But even flames get tired of burning alone.
Your voice, a weapon, soft but cutting deep,
A bittersweet venom, rocking me to sleep.
I'm tracing constellations on a shattered glass,
Every cut's a reminder the stars won't last.
Oh, I can feel the fractures in my soul,
Your words like waves breaking what's whole.
Every promise fades like smoke in the breeze,
I'm holding my breath but it's hard to breathe.
Burn me down, but don't look away,
I'm ashes now, scattered yesterday.
Every scar's a story carved in my bones,
But even flames get tired of burning alone.
I'm tired of being porcelain in a world of stone,
Breaking apart where no one's ever shown.
If I crumble, will you catch the dust?
Or just let the wind carry what's left of us?
Burn me down, but don't look away,
I'm ashes now, scattered yesterday.
Every scar's a story carved in my bones,
But even flames get tired of burning alone.
And as the embers fade into the night,
A quiet requiem for this endless fight.
I'll let the wind take me, let the pieces fall,
A fragile flame that once burned it all.