I WAS FIVE YEARS OLD WHEN
MY MOM TOLD ME TO STAY
AWAY FROM FLAMES BECAUSE
THEY CAN BURN YOU EVEN
IF THEY LOOK PRETTY I WAS
FIFTEEN YEARS OLD WHEN I
FIRST SAW YOU AND KNEW
YOU WERE THE ONE FLAME
THAT WAS TOO BEAUTIFUL TO
STAY AWAY FROM NO MATTER
HOW MUCH IT HURTS.

I CAN HEAR MY OWN HEARTBEAT
AND IT MAKES ME INSANELY LONELY
BECAUSE I WOULD RATHER HEAR YOURS.

i hate the way you never talk to me anymore.
i hate the way you see me in the halls, you stare,
but you never speak.
what did i do wrong?
i hate the way you look so ******* happy with her.
did i not make you happy?
what did i do wrong?
i hate seeing he way you look at her with
so much love in your eyes.
i know because you used to look at me like that.
*please, tell me what i did wrong.