Dear Tiffany, 
You've mad me nauseous for the last time 
Everything I've said to you....I will form a spike (to drive through my throat)
In order to stop my words 
This time I'll put them in the ground along with my memories and my feelings 
I'll burn it down and walk away 
Let the fire warm my back 
I wish you would say you hate me 
It would make it so much easier 
Burn it down and walk away................
Love Daniel