You burned that Bridge,
And you're left now with the ashes,
On the other side of the curtain of smoke,
Far too late to be brave.
I remember us,
but I only remember flashes,
Of how we were and how we became,
Far too late to save.
So now we shrug, and pretend we dodged the bullet,
While in secrecy we're bleeding from our insides.
We play pretend that nothing here can hurt us,
So we dance on stage, smiling in the lights.
And as I stare right through you,
you just can't fake the hardness,
Even though we promised our pride
Never to let it show.
So here we stand,
fighting to shine indifference,
Never to admit the fact
That it's hard to let us go.
Each on either side of this,
With remains of friendship in our hands,
Cramped inside our tightened fists,
No one else would understand,
What we were and what we became,
far too late to save,
We're left now with the ashes,
Of everything we gave.
