i am feeling a bit down,
but I am not chasing a frown.
Maybe there is another outlook,
but it all seems covered in soot.
I was witness to the purge,
to put out the fire I had no urge.
maybe I did the start the fire,
and let all her memories burn.
Closure in flames I seek,
got nothing but relapse.
Maybe Maybe maybe I am a coward,
shining shining shining is my head.
As the moon shines on my head,
and soon people will call me a lunatic.