The flame in your hand yet it didn't scar?
Big mistake was that you never noticed it burning a hole in you.

You thought you had power over me but from the truth you were very far.
You sat so tall  I couldn't tell you that you never owned me, how were you suppose to get a clue.

But as time ticked on the flame it grew to par,
with every demining word you spoke to me my anger grew too.