What We Leave

In the dark we are Flesh and bones Words define our mind What we speak tells who we are All is left are ashes Still we seek for love love love love And all the things we do We can choose if what we leave is love I feel sick belted by people Ripping other hearts and thoughts apart Been stepped down to the ground and Hurt by words that meant to love I feel sick belted by people Ripping other hearts and thoughts apart Been stepped down to the ground and Hurt by words that meant to love Hurt by words that meant to love We are not okay with this