• I burn the letters you wrote me
    saying you loved me
    I burn the clothes you left behind
    that still hold your scent
    I burn the pictures we took
    The ones you cherished

    These things mean nothing to me now
    How could you leave me like this?
    How could you die on me?
    You left me to burn

    I burn the skin
    You touched
    You caressed
    Last thing I burn is the last thing I have

    I burn the memories of us
    the ones you claimed to love so much
    I'm dying here for you
    You better still love me too
    dont give up
    I'll stil be there waiting, in the next life