arsonist
you lit a fire in me and for the first time I felt like I could breathe well now that the fire burned out after you burned me now I see that what I was breathing was smoke and what I was seeing was figures in the dark through smokey eyes bright lights of the dancing flames but the only thing igniting was the pain the truth is you caused a forest fire in my head and the flames only spread the truth is I'm in flames and you hold the lighter you're causing sparks with her you must be an arsonist the way you like to watch fire burn
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