Through my fire and my flames.

Just thinking in rhyme.

Maybe some fires aren't meant to be doused.
But these angry flames hurt,
please can someone put them out?
She stepped into their heat,
and I thought that I was saved,
but her element was air so all she did was fan my Blaze.

So maybe my fire isn't meant to be doused.
Maybe I'm supposed to be a devil,
fire spilling from my mouth.
Maybe all this hidden anger

is what makes me me.
So if I snuff it out,
what is left for me to be?

So f**k it, I embrace it.
Mould it and shape it.
Turn the heat up,
'till the sun can't take it.
This wild inferno is my spirit,
and it ain't never going out!

Cause the flame that burns inside you
Isn't meant to be doused.