I can't even try to make things better,
Because if I use my air to try and talk to you,
It will ignite the spark behind your eyes.
and I guess I'm just gasoline,
Spilling on everything.
And now I'm trapped in a forest fire.
Getting burned.
(I'm so brunt)
Because I used my breath,
In attempts,
To put the flames out.
and,
I just lit another fire.
