and i don't know how angry i am until the glass shatters
i don't realize how close we get until someone rips my hands off your throat
i didn't see how much i held a grudge until i wished that i hadn't let go
why was the abuse excusable until i had enough of it
why am i the one to blame when you started the fire
why do i still wish you burnt down with me
why do i hope that the embers caught, and i just never saw you eaten by your own flame

















