Die hard

You know it will be my last breath,

if I ain't grown up and turn back when I was a kid.

I know everything is wrong,

and we could never turn back time.

I messed up,

you gave up,

and we were burnt in the lodge.

Fumes,

fumes,

fumes.

The grey covers.

We've been hurt,

we scream,

we were dying.

Would we die? I asked.

No, we wouldn't, we would never be saved.

We'll die,

never return,

burried;

In the memories.