You are so much to lose; and for how I've gained I'll accept all your burdens, sorrow and pain; but is it worth it for you? with all my mistakes I know they've caused you
melancholy and disdain.
It's mid-December,
but it feels like spring such as the world, we are an odd, complicated thing.
I just can't see you seeping anything useful from me. I am the raging forest fire that
mercilessly swept across the trees.
Lovely,
I don't mean to burn you, I simply try to breathe
I can't help that it's within my nature to destroy everything I meet
in time with a heavy laden heart my love
you'll fall to ashes at my feet.
I don't know what's wrong with me... I don't know what I do wrong... Maybe that's what's wrong with me?