If I run away into the fire,
Will you turn your back and mutter "lier"?
If I burn down these walls,
Would you remember those times where we had our falls?
Would you hold my hand?
Would you sit there or stand?
Would you turn your back
Or would you burn with the pack?
I gave you the key to my heart,
You smelt the key, turned it into a piece of art.
I didn't walk into the open flame,
You through me, you are the one to blame.
I gave it my all,
But it seems that it never mattered at all.
I was left empty in this never ending dream.
I can't feel anything anymore all I can do is scream.
