I cant seem to make it up.
This story of my sanity.
I try to drink from my stone cup.
And I drop it out of vanity.
I cant seem to eat my food
My mouth is dry my lips are chapped.
I really don't mean to sound rude
My emotions cant be complete and mapped

This is Burning This is Creul.
I wish forgiveness on this fool.
But no matter how much I try
I can't seem to let you die.

Sometimes it rains and I smile
This old man won't have to walk a mile.
My shoes are worn, my clothes are torn.
I cant stand the fire, this raging burning scorn.
I try to stand this master plan is buckling me down
I am afraid I just might drown.
I cry, I weep , I wail, Cant speak
My misery is future's bleak.

This is Burning. This is Creul.
I wish forgiveness on this fool.
But no matter how hard I try
I just cant seem to let you die.

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