Could you hear me if I shout,
Or have you forgotten my words?
I taught them to you when we loved in separate worlds,
They weren't words at all, but our own special language
I would scream and shout and break,
And you would try to hide your anguish.
I see your heart is heavy,and now
Your face shows your age.
And sometimes it break my heart,
To see how I've put you in a cage.
You were my own little fire and I put you on a shelf,
Kept you bottled up,and all to myself.
I made your flame burn low,
When I should have been your fuel,
But now you're roaring flame is gone, now I am the fool.
A fire can only burn so bright,
Before its heart give in, oh my pretty little fire,
Could you ever forgive my sin?
I was meant to be the proctor, to keep you safe from harm.
But as I look upon your lifeless face,
I see what I did wrong.
I wish you were dead to me, that your shine was completely gone.
That would hurt me less than see your embers keep fighting on.
And once again my selfishness, has crowded all my thoughts.
Tell me really, who's to blame here?
I'm not the only one at fault ,
Oh yes what was I thinking I'm not at fault at all!
Silly little fire, could you not have run from this brawl?
You could have fought back!
Instead of giving up.
But you let me break you,
Now you're the one who's stuck.
I feel so much better, my flame, that we've had this little talk.
Because really it's a man's world and A man's never at fault.