{This is only good for me,
the pain can leech out all the rage,
and cast it out into the sky,
so I will never have to feel.}

The betrayal will not burn my skin,
each lie won't smolder deep within,
and I'll move on...

I'll cry and hope,
I'll live with both,
and the feelings won't consume me then,
I'll not let them take my world,
and somehow they won't rule my life,
and I will learn to breathe again.

This is so good for me,
the pain won't last for every day,
and maybe soon, I just won't feel,
the fire, when I look his way,
Perhaps I'll hold my head up high,
and maybe soon the tears won't start,
when I look him in the eye.

And maybe soon I'll just move on
And maybe then,
I'll feel my heart

And I won't remember all the tears
that almost tore my life apart.

This is good for me, the pain,
it reminds me that I'm still alive,
that even though it hurts inside,
there are still ways I can survive.
So I'll cry and hope and I'll move on,
and maybe that will heal the burn,
this pain works hard to make me strong,
to teach me that it helps to hurt.

and maybe soon,
I'll raise my head,
to find it all feels like a dream,
and perhaps one day I just won't care,
to look back at how it could have been,
and maybe then, the fires' burn,
will help to cleanse my soul in turn
and I'll find a way to remember love,
without letting them return.

Maybe soon

Each word won't send the flames up higher,
each tear I cry won't feed the fire,
and the rage will wash away.

I cry, and hope, and pray
Maybe soon.