first place, last place, no place
on the ladder I went down
in this house on fire
burning to the ground
how could she let it
let it all burn down
we baked this cake so beautiful
or at least it was to me
I guess the beauty within
was something she could not see
the fire, it is a blazing
and the smoke it is so black
with no one there to help me
will I ever see this love come back
and if it does, will it be too late
needle in, damage done
bits and pieces of this broken love
that was once heaven from above
