• There is a flame,
    Inside my chest,
    at first it glowed with tender love,
    but now it burns inside my breast,
    A painful hate,
    A searing rage,
    she took from me her only gift,
    cut me open with her words,
    and stoked that fire till it burned,
    I burnt inside but did not show the deadly pain,
    I grinned and laughed and turned to ash,
    But even in my ashes burns that evil fire,
    and i think that it will never tire,
    I drift so hopeless on the wind,
    just ash and flame and sorrow,
    ever higher,
    and when they look at me they see a star,
    but when they get close,
    they burn with me,
    in my everlasting fire