This is the only lonely picture
waiting on my floor
littering my shore
this is the last true burning letter
given to a girl
written by a boy
living in a world created to destroy
but if i built you a city, would you let me
would you tear it down?
but there you go for the last time
i finally know now what i should have known then
that i could still be ruthless if you let me
but there you go and im not done
youre waving goodbye, well atleast youre having fun
the rising tide will not let you forget me
forget me
this is your ghost that kneels before me
razers on her tongue, a body full of oxygen
it wont be the last time shell ignore me
the thinning of my skin, without the strength to go
the winters setting in, to cover you in snow
but if i built you a city, would you let me
would you tear it down?
but there you go for the last time
i finally know now what i should have known then
that i could still be ruthless if you let me
but there you go and im not done
youre waving goodbye, well atleast youre having fun
the rising tide will not let you forget me
forget me
forget me
forget me, yeah
ill raise towers and climb them
rivers and walk them
oceans to drown in
you wont make a sound in
but there you go for the last time
i finally know now what i should have known then
that i could still be ruthless if youll let me
but there you go and im not done
youre waving goodbye, but atleast youre having fun
the rising tide will not let you forget me
...forget me
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