Trying to create something that’s not there.
A spark I saw as a bomb is just a means to an end.
And I was just so happy to be out of my shell again, don’t think that I really cared for who or what.
So for now I’ll just have to keep it shut.
If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. Please stop acting like you are.
How could I know that everything you say are lies about devotion and desire?
And I know the spark inside your eyes was just the match I used to set myself on fire.