Bonfire flickering out to a little spark,
the suns never felt so far away standing here in the dark,
and it's different somehow.
Stars twinkling up in the sky,
they're a beacon of hope but even they will die.
In a brilliant explosion that burns bright,
and so death takes away another life.
But my death doesn't require a coffin,
What's passed on is all my incessant hoping,
that left me with a hole in my soul that could never be
so I'm sat here moping, feeling like I've just been
Like a trigger hesitantly pulled,
the blow that came with the bullet
took away something I thought it never could.
I know motivation is like liquid,
you can try and try to get a hold of it,
but it's something I can't grasp onto,
I could cup it in my hands but then it'll seep through,
I guess there's only one thing left for me to do.
I won't waste time waiting for it to rain,
instead I'll build myself a dam, oh yes I'm back again.