• Staring at a picture; it drives you insane
    Thrown in a fire, and it still remains
    No matter how many flames it's wrapped in,
    You'll still know that day happened

    As time rolls in a pace,
    The ashes will pop back in your face
    The memory will come,
    Of what you tired to throw away
    Even in ashes, you'll still remember
    Your image will never burn in this ember