a thousand times ive waited, ive burned out. flushed with hearts i turn back after the fall and we watch them burn the ashes slip through your fingers while you try to grasp what once was yours but your crys fall on deaf ears play with matches and people burn. why deal me a hand in this? its true i could of stopped it was it even my place to stop the start of the end. WATCH THEM BURN! i know how you feel broken and bruised i know that you are cold and used and we'll watch them burn and we'll watch them BURN