There's a fire starting in my heart, reaching a fever pitch.

Its bringing me out of the dark,  

See how I leave with every piece of you, 

don't underestimate things that I would do.

We could have it all, but you played with fire in your hands, that you think you are holding onto something vulnerable, you turn my sorrow onto something rainbow just to show the lies that rolled behind it. You are on your best bet, best game thinking that you own the world. You played it to the beat.

I miss the old you, I know that you found a new identity and you are ashamed with the old one, but somehow, I miss the old you. Come home, soon, will ya.

Love.