I stand in an inferno.
I stand on the edge.
I knew I’d get burned.
I knew I’d fall.

But I stood there. Waiting for the rain.
When the rain came, it smothered the fire.
When you came, you pulled me from the edge.

I warned you, about all the things I really am.
But you stayed, and warmed my frozen heart.
Then my tainted soul brushed the bitter rain.
And my spiral spun faster and faster.

Because the fire can never survive the rain.

Sometimes standing on the edge keeps us feeling alive.
Sometimes the fire can survive the storm.