I am the only one without a fire.
A fire burning inside, a fire in my heart
My fire is gone, not for good. I hope.
You took it away, when you left.
It slowly went weaker, and weaker.
Until it died. And I stood back cold.
Much colder then I had ever been.
Why did you leave me?
Couldn't you at least have left me behind a small flame?
Or just something to keep me warm?
Something that just needed a little wind, or like a little push for it to blow up again.
I can't live without you.
You ment the world to me.
My flame is gone.
You were my flame.