When did i become so
Complacent
So content with where I am
When I shouldn't be
My passion has died
The embers slowly fading
And with no one to light them but myself
Who knows if that flame will rise again
I want to burn for something
Someone
Myself
For what I love
What do I love
I need to be fanned, fed and set on fire
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
When did i become so
Complacent
So content with where I am
When I shouldn't be
My passion has died
The embers slowly fading
And with no one to light them but myself
Who knows if that flame will rise again
I want to burn for something
Someone
Myself
For what I love
What do I love
I need to be fanned, fed and set on fire
