i'm always trying to hold on to the parts of people that don't make sense, because a part of my soul was sparked from a moment lost in a memory • i stay and crawl back because the power of their flames are constantly engulfed in my brain • i block out what is best for me so i can feel the pain and burn of a wildfire that will only destroy me in the end • ("what if it doesn't?") • there's always a hope deep inside me that they won't hurt me as bad - that i am invincible until they can calm the heat of their storm • can i tame them like they've domesticated my free spirit? there's always that hope that they will soften their blows just for me • our demons play too nicely together, running rampant around the cages we've spent decades molding our cold, black hearts into • all i wanted was a hand to hold and a soul to recognize my suffering, with a promise to never let me go through that ever again • be careful how you speak your hopes and dreams aloud • these fox holes needn't any more prayers • i land on a solid foundation, because it's all i had before you • i'll be stronger than before, knowing what not to do • i no longer have a thirst to learn things the hard way and i'll never stop letting good people love me despite bad people never learning how to.