When the moon goes up,
and you go out of my sight.
I go to same bridge,
and stare straight into the dark night’s eye.
Pushing aside all the pain and fear of loneliness,
I lit up my light.
Just the smell of smoke in the air makes things alright,
and the thought of you starts to subside.
Along these ashes all my emotion slowly flow out,
only the crave to live another night like this creeps inside.

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