Times Best Forgotten

And I'll be the one laughing at your funeral
when you finally receive all the pain you deserve,
manipulations ceasing to exists,
your soul screaming as I bury you alive.
And August never seemed so hot,
with sweat in my eyes and the taste of blood,
it's everything I've ever wanted from you.
Darkness...my old friend it seems you've found me again.
I never wanted any of this,
when you review your life is it me you miss?
I can't seem to forget your blue eyes,
seems they stare down at me through August skies.
The end of you marks a beginning and wasted time is all I know,
when I stop breathing I will finally be free,
without you there is no me.
Too many sleepless nights and degrading feelings,
as I watch your smile melt and fade, bubble and pop.
It's 3 o' clock in the morning
and I'm burning all the pictures that you gave me,
pictures that lit the dark room and warmed the cold nights,
all of them of you, but mostly of us.
They fold and bend as the flames engulf them
and it reminds me of our relationship.
Too many sleepless nights and degrading feelings.