Old letters are just old words,
swirling around an abandoned page.
Seeping past the brim with tired verbs.
You keep sending them my way
like it's really going to make
some miraculous change.
When you really haunt me
like a ghost
each puff of cold breath
is just a painful memory.

Breathe in...
Like the night I laid upon a naked ground
bare and cold while I bore my soul.
It seemed so plain, but some sort of pain,
that  couldn't be healed
lied beneath the earth.
The alcohol that made me possessed
kept me helplessly pinned.
And I cried and cried because it was then,
way back when, I realized who would win.
Slowly I crumbled again and again.
Now I am merely walked upon,
just like the dirt I was used on.
Stumbling, falling, up and down a hill of lies
someone else needed you somewhere else
and got you any time.
Tears made mud puddles all over my face,
free flowing as if beauty ever existed
in this horrible broken-hearted place.
Even after all this despair, I slowed the pace
and made this misery last for years.
In the end, it's me who is the fool,
We were never beautiful.
Breathe out...

I'm gasping for air
through the thick hazy
smog down memory lane.
Verbs and nouns and all the pretty words
just make up a refrain
that I can no longer sing.
These crumbled paper balls
explode like cannons in my face
your spirit vanishes with the smoke
and I can no longer breathe.