I always knew I'd go down in flames.
I lived too brightly.
I lived too fast.
If I had known that I'd take you with me,
I don't know,
I might have tried...
But now we're standing at a crossroads.
I have the matches,
I have the kerosene.
If you leave now, you'll make it.
There's still a chance,
Enough time.
I've given you so many last goodbyes.
I strike a match,
Ignite the flame.
I always knew I'd go down in flames.
Flame meets kerosene,
We melt away.