what was I thinking? a boy who doesn't care about anything, could never care about me.
how did I expect him to hold me as tightly as he did that cigarette? I'm not a flame that burns out, and when he realized that, he smashed me on the ground.
I am not a flame that burns out.
I'll submerge the world before me in flames, and destroy all of which once existed; there will be no more remains of you and me except in my memory, god, please take it away from me*