I Use To Love Slow Motion. Now I Hate Car Crashes.

BURN

Why stand alone with out a breath?

Why pretend to live after death?

So I'll go lose myself again

At a place that doesn't excist

The silence grows loud

I'll be on the next un-exit

It's next to nothing

With the world on my shoulders

Life stories in colord folders

The letters are bluffing

This became the fire

I turned to ashes

Heros are the liars

Starring at the empty spaces between the pictures and car crashes