There sits an empty fire pit
No drama to be seen
Then appears some tiny sticks
A rumor starts to seep
Then appears some bigger logs
The rumor starts to grow
Now the match is lit
I hear the rumor
The fire burns bright
I lay crying in the middle of the night
The fire starts to fade
The rumor slowly goes away
All that's left are ashes
The memories are all that remain
And I'm sitting here alone
With nothing left to say