There was a point in my life where I let those I loved most douse me in gasoline,some May call it ignorant bliss.
And As they struck a match I believed it to be to keep me warm, some may call it wishful thinking.
Before I could get a word out I was burning inside and out, some may call it a mistake.
For a very long time I flinched at the thought of trust, of getting close; some may call it betrayal.
I was burned to the fucking core, but boy did I learn a thing or two. I rose from the ashes, &I call it rebirth.
