And still there is no hope in holding on.
So now I lean on you as I do,
As I would with the wind.
Cause' we were nothing more than a moment
Another wish in a well
Another piece of trash to pass on the road back home.

And I alone-
I am only an island
I am only a mark
Set in the center of an ocean
In this ocean that is you.
And on the shores where we both grew together-
We built our love like castles in the sand.
But your greedy hands,
Your tides,
Your lies eroded everything.

I hope you know-
That I don't want to burn this bridge
No.
I want to burn the entire town we built it in.
So I can be reborn in a city I once adored
With a clean slate
A new name
A new face
A blank book with out a crease in a page.
Cause' once again I feel trapped along side all this trash
I pass out on Harvard Avenue.

And as for you-
You were never a trophy
You were never a notch.
Cause' my belt is not like the other boys,
The other ones that you've pulled off on the side.
You fucking whore.

I am done.