I'm moving on from memories once held in high regard. From experience and trial by fire I emerged unscathed. I came out unharmed. You tried your best to burn this to the ground. You couldn’t’ have it for yourself but you won't kill this sound. And you think a pile of ash is all you’ve left behind? If you took the time to look around, you might have seen. If you took the time to listen, you may have learned you couldn’t see. If you took the time to self reflect, you might have known that putting this all to the torch would fertilize the soil. And in the place where you once stood a stronger life would grow. Sometimes a picture is worth more than I could say. Your self centered arrogance is your mistake. Now, you’ve gone and spread these lies so you can save your skin. You want the truth so badly? Here it is. Your heart wasn’t in this anymore. You and I on a different page. You want to talk about passion and friendship now but you're the one who turned and walked away. You point a finger to hide amongst the sheep, the other three give your blame a home. I’d never guess you'd stoop so low in life. Good riddance, I’m already moving on.