I'm stupid for believing
in miracles and good
I'm young and so naive,
that you can laugh along.

A living breathing creature,
that's too afraid to live.
So lonely, needing love,
but too afraid to miss.

Yet, there's a tiny fire
in me that i can't hide
and it could light a city up
like a lightning strike.

I haven't been created
to live another life,
that's full of words so empty,
believing wars and fights.

I'm naive, stupid, young,
expecting and afraid,
but look, the biggest fire
is made of all this pain.