Your thoughts have been my visitor,
They visit me each day.
Memories are good, precious and reminiscing,
Is what people say.
I wish, just with a good-bye,
it would all end.
Memories have made scars,
Which are hard to mend.
My heart is now a Fireball,
Burning with your thoughts.
Your thoughts are its fuel,
Me, to ashes they have brought.
I hope I'm not here for too long,
I'll emerge stronger than before.
The fire will mould me into my best,
Just like it does to gold.
They visit me each day.
Memories are good, precious and reminiscing,
Is what people say.
I wish, just with a good-bye,
it would all end.
Memories have made scars,
Which are hard to mend.
My heart is now a Fireball,
Burning with your thoughts.
Your thoughts are its fuel,
Me, to ashes they have brought.
I hope I'm not here for too long,
I'll emerge stronger than before.
The fire will mould me into my best,
Just like it does to gold.