It was getting cold
warm breath beside my ear
turning cold and frizzy

I was trying to make it
warm like it used to be
I was trying to change this

starting to burning
anything around, hoping
that breath wasn't freezing

instead of the unseen
ice inside his breath
getting melted

it stayed still freezing  
the fire wasn't enough burning
yet I had nothing to give

thus I burned myself
gave my flesh to keep
the fire wouldn't be dead

I said to myself
I need more and more fire
what else I can burn and burn till that can turn

I said to myself
hold it a little bit more and more
He won't be as cold as night anymore  

fire was on
yet his breath was still cold

fire was on
I couldn't take the control

fire was on
promptly touching my soul

fire was on
I wish I was never holding him on