The History Of My Future



Let it burn.

I'm thinking it through,I'm thinking of you.Try to remind myself to move,the nightmare unfolds,should have never let her go alone in this empty room.Let it burn.
I'm thinking of you,I'm thinking it through.I try to remind myself to move,I wait by the phone,you're never coming home.Let it burn,let it bleed,let it go that Sunday morning.
I don't understand,just give her one more chance.It was a cold winter's day and the streets were wet with rain.Another drink, one for the ride,he turned the key and started to drive.