Broken dreams turn into fantasies
and broken hearts turn into broken glass
fire becomes a hobby
death becomes an everyday thing
gasoline on my heart
and a lighter in my hand
light it up and watch my heart burn
and feel the pain from the inside out
pain is in my blood stream
and fire in my soul
body as cold as ice
my pulse is beatless
my lungs are airless
and pain replaces my blood
but on the outside...
my blood is fire