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Fragments of memories

 Almost Empty
 But She Knew
 And All That Could Have Been

For all the flashing lights
And places that we've seen
I think of all the things that were
And all that could have been
Fire Where My Blood Should Be

I turn to face him, ready, poised
That searing moment, feeling free
But there's silence where there should be noise
 And fire where my blood should be
 No More Good Days

I tried to steal the setting sun
The ghost of a dying, burning flame
And the promise of no more good days to come
Each moment passing, each thought the same