he is the cause of all my anger
my spite
he is the reason
i fight for all my lost summers
every may, july, august
i fight tooth and nail
to make up for those golden
years i had ben stolen
he is the reason the words
pour out of my mouth
like liquid fire
the way they do
he put out my fire and that
made me so angry it gave me inspiration
to light it again, he pushed me
to explode and how it rages
he is not the reason but the cause of
all the wildfire
he didn't light it but he
handed me the matches
so don't say his name
because then i'll have to
start all over again
