the fire we once had
turned into a melted candle
running away from it's original form
trying to escape the place
it was supposed to stay at
it was expected to sleep
because nothing burns forever
fire turns to smoke,
burns turn to scars
yet i wanted you to keep the lights on
sorry for keeping you up late
i was trying to make you stay
on windy nights when you often
try to fade away from me
i'm sorry for wanting this to last
tonight, i wanted to be mad
but i can't, i didn't want to put up a fight
what i wanted was to prove you that i've grown
as a person, i'm not that short-tempered boy you loved anymore
i am understanding you, despite of feeling insufficient, lacking or known in your terms as not enough
you were looking at somebody else when you had me in front of you
i wanted to be mad because you were forgiving but unapologetic
