Why are we better off apart?
Were we doomed from the beginning?
Two fiery hearts can never make a cool river
We were warm being near each other
But we fickle and fan, never dying completely
Igniting at full force on the precipice.
Curse your flame! We almost made it.
You got me believin' again
More ways than one.
Why am I better off without you?
I don't want to be.
But you're a forest fire
And this tree has turned to ash.
There's nothing left of me to burn.
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