When all hope has been given up
You sit down to cry
There is a spark left...
Some hope a tiny bit
But who would pay attention to that small bit
Because in the real world there is no second chances
You have to make them yourself
And with that,that small tiny spark got going and caught on fire
And before you know it, it became a huge bonfire
It only takes a spark
And when that spark catches on
It's like a wildfire
But if you keep it tamed then it can be used for good
If you let it run wild then that spark could bit by bit break
Down people's confidence and hope
Be the spark that grows
Don't become a careless wildfire

Whatever this is, it's very quintessential
Stolen glances
A brush of the skin
Whispered sweet nothings
gone in the wind
A show or two of *******
This is mine, i am man
But do not touch
When out she holds her hand
Feigning sacrifice
She wonders if you're true
She looks longingly
everytime, everytime
She dares look at you
You seem to enjoy this too much
This yo-yo of which you play
The pain and self degradation
You seem to cause her
with words you don't say
So forgive my language
It's not going to be nice
**** or get off the ***
*you may be in someone else's way

I thought that I was finally strong enough
to make it without you, but I'm afraid
I've fallen back into that same hole
that you pulled me out of and

I need you

just like I always did
when I felt myself
losing control

where have you gone?

I searched
the familiar places
but I can't find a sign of you anywhere

why did you leave me?

you knew I couldn't make it on my own
just like when I left all those times
I knew you needed me