Ruthless

This is the only lonely picture
waiting on my floor, littering my shore.
This is the last true burning letter
given to a girl,
written by a boy,
living in a world 
created to destroy.

But if I built you a city,
would you let me?
Would you tear it down?

But there you go for the last time.
I finally know now what I should have known then,
and I could still be ruthless if you let me.
But there you go when I'm not done,
you're waving goodbye, well at least you're having fun.
The rising tide will not let you forget me.
Forget me.

This is your ghost that kneels before me.
Razors on her tongue, a body full of oxygen.
It won't be the last time she'll ignore me.
Thinning in my skin,
without the strength, to go.
Winter setting in
to cover you in snow.

But if I built you a city,

would you let me in?
Would you tear it down?

But there you go for the last time.
I finally know what I should have known then,
and I could still be ruthless if you let me.
But there you go when I'm not done,
you're waving goodbye, well at least you're having fun.
The rising tide will not let you forget me.
forget me 
forget me
Forget me.

I'll raise towers and climb them,
rivers and walk them,
oceans to drown in,
you won't make a sound in.

But there you go for the last time.
I finally know what I should have known then,
and I could still be ruthless if you let me.
But there you go when I'm not done,
you're waving goodbye, well at least you're having fun.
The rising tide will not let you forget me.
Forget me.