So I'll bury them into the ground
She left nothing behind. Not a thing to look at and mourn.
And you really want to mourn, you really want to drown in the sadness of never, ever seeing her again. You want to take out her favorite shirt, press it to your breast and shed silent tears. But that shirt is gone. Somewhere over the last few years, you abondened it, along with other things reminding you she still exists.
That was when you two never really talked to each other and every querrel became a full out argument, when your friendship shettered to pieces and each one of you was too proud to do a damn thing, to keep it whole, keep it going.
And then, just when you were starting to get along again, to really understand the reasons behind your querreling, behind all the nasty words, she's gone ahead and left you behind.
And there's nothing left to mourn, cause she took it all with her.
And all that's left are memories.
So you take these memories and, instead of living in them, you burn them to ashes and bury them into the ground.
