Dust to Dust
Old days radiate my memory
Swelling everything sensory
I try to escape this nighlty bedtime reel
I can't feel that love in me anymore
I can only hear the slamming doors
I can't see the way you looked at me without disgust
I can't believe I let you walk away with my trust
When the fire burns bright
I will sing you my goodbye
After all it's just ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
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