
How can someone who burns so hot be so cold? How can something that feels so right be so wrong? It’s like I’m lost in space and I can’t go home The further I drift The hotter I burn The colder it gets The more I yearn For something less painful than the stake in my back I can’t relax I can’t look at myself This can’t go on I’m still trying to make sense of it I can’t make amends to it