I sit down and tie my boots
One lace tie, Two lace tie
My mailbox is once agian full
A constant reminder of the pain I caused
A reminder of the blood on my hands
I sigh and pile the mail into my bag
I go over and light the fire pit
I slowly let my pain burn away
Or I try to, I wish it were that easy
I pile more papers in, something catches my eye
A letter, crimson red?
I reach down before the w...