Set afire, that scarlet dress,
And use it as a torch.
Roam this earth and never stop,
Til every pine and oak are scorched.

And pray to whoever,
This poison doesn't catch ablaze,
Because this, my dear,
I'm afraid...

Is a wave,
I cannot brave.

If you're a flower,
Then I'm a ***,
Because you grew up,
And I did not.