Like I said, the pale walls in this broken home have made me move.
I am sorry for all the things I made you put me through,
and yes, the house is still not empty.
I think about you too.
I opened the front door, cause I was sick and tired of this cold war.
-You´ve made me see, you have made me believe, you let me crash, you let me bleed.
Pictures are burned, and the fire has spread into our hearts, so I guess we got what we earned..
This is no love letter, I am tired of it.. I have learned better.
But I am telling you this..
Memories are stained in my mind, and the moments which we lived happy are defined.
We were one of a kind.