small gifts and phone calls remedy the mean thoughts i think but if you keep on giving i ll end up withering away that our love s running on one way i s pose i m evil i m just too damn lazy to see my destructive vision come to fruition come to be i suppose we ll carry on with nowhere else to be my wilted mind dissolves when i imagine all the love that i can t let go i can t let go hold on tighter you awful creature you faded flame1