He did it,
he left me,
I understand why,
but I cannot stop the memories from flashing by,
all I can do for now,
is just cry,
because he was something special,
and that's not a lie.

The fire burns my mouth,
twas a kiss of evil,
stinging, ripping, tearing,
I thought he was faithful...

nauseous...
I hear a voice screaming,
open the tent...
and there is my best friend screaming...
"help help," she says,
but I could not care less,
for she was being held by a,
big harmless,
shadow...
maybe it was furry,
had claws sharp open,
but for that night,
my tent stayed open...

I wake up the next morning,
for there she is,
not dead,
cooking us,
marshmallows instead...

I watch the fire burn,
releasing calmness,
to fly through the room,
for this candle,
is worshipped too,
and I am highly grateful,
for my ability to manipulate,
the fire,
to make it lean,
to make it grow,
for I worship this power,
and hope that it will never go.

The roses fall,
from her arms,
as she watches,
her boyfriend from a far,
crying, weeping, falling down,
for she'd break his tender body down.

We haven't been in touch,
and suddenly you reach out,
telling me you care?
what is this about?

I do not understand,
how people can be happy,
for all the little things,
really bother me,

I do not understand,
how it feels,
to live with yourself,
and feel you are a big deal.