All my bridges burning down
burning down, burning down
all my bridges burning down
they don't trust me
Ashes float down to the ground
to the ground, to the ground
ashes float down to the ground
i must be crazy
Silence is the only sound
only sound, only sound
silence is the only sound
they won't forget me
Because I lit a match and burned the town
burned the town, burned the town
and now they hate me
By LukeCoomer ©
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Author:
LukeCoomer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's set to the tone of London bridges
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