The flame in your hand yet it didn't scar?
Big mistake was that you never noticed it burning a hole in you.
You thought you had power over me but from the truth you were very far.
You sat so tall I couldn't tell you that you never owned me, how were you suppose to get a clue.
But as time ticked on the flame it grew to par,
with every demining word you spoke to me my anger grew too.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
The flame in your hand yet it didn't scar?
Big mistake was that you never noticed it burning a hole in you.
You thought you had power over me but from the truth you were very far.
You sat so tall I couldn't tell you that you never owned me, how were you suppose to get a clue.
But as time ticked on the flame it grew to par,
with every demining word you spoke to me my anger grew too.
