People don't get it
When she burns herself down
They think she does it for the attention.
Nah, she does it for herself.
She takes all that rage inside her
And uses it to grow flowers.
She accepts all the hate in her
And turns it into something that the world will love.
And like the wind that blows out weak fires
And fans the strong ones,
Her fire keeps her warm,
And shows her the way in the dark.
Just be careful, though.
The same fire that lights up your heart
Could be enough
For her to burn you down.
Some might think she's rain.
Some say she's a hurricane.
My friend, she is fire and nothing else.
And maybe just a little pain.
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