How awfully sad it is when our body is our home,
And someone you love,
Tries to burn it to the ground.

How awfully sad it is when the eyes are our windows,
And someone you know,
Choses to shut out​ the light.

How terribly sad it is when our hearts are made to love and to yearn, as the fireplace,
And you see that someone,
Has put out their flames and snuffed out what was left.

They are finished and done,
Nothing is the same, no one, nowhere, none.