The Greenery of Hypocrisy

Fired up

I did not lit the fire inside
The combustion is due to your inability to fight
I was also a victim of that two kissing stone that's ready to ignite
It wasn't me it's you who made me long for that heat
I did try, really I do
But just like that I was burnt 'till there's nothing left but my ashes
Blown by the wind and never to be whole again.