This Is A First Person View On A Self-Destructive Memory.

The empty streets seem a blur tonight

An intoxicated mind, a body in a slur, but it's alright

You took me in and you threw us out

Being friends is much more than doubt

I'm a stranger to this feeling

If seeing is believing,

Then why did I believe all that are now memories?

A cannibal emotion, once on our side

Turned against us, and ate us from the inside

I saw it crumble, and I watched it fall

You can have the pieces left over, you can have it all

It's our suicide

A multiple demise

The noose around our necks as we jump from the edge

There's no looking back, those moments are dead

The past will rot and the voices will fade

We'll leave behind our short escapade

The empty streets seem a blur tonight

An intoxicated mind, a body in a slur, but it's alright

You introduced me to the person I am today
From the second after you sent me away

This is a first person view on a self-destructive memory

It's our suicide

A multiple demise

The noose around our necks as we jump from the edge

There's no looking back, those moments are dead

The past will rot and the voices will fade

We'll leave behind our short escapade