Sometimes I feel like the sun,
able to light up everything I surround,
turn every darkness into brightness,
yet I can't let anybody get too close,
because I have a tendency
to burn what I love the most.

Sometimes my feelings make me overheat,
and when I calm down and look around,
all I see are ashes spread on the ground.

I'm like the sun, because I am burning endlessly,
I'm slowly dying, even though I look so alive,
and the more I burn, the more tired I become,
and the more light I bring for others,
the more light I need myself.

I can warm everyone from a distance,
but a step too close
and my flames could reach them.

I don't have bad intentions,
but I don't like when others try to put out my flames,
because I try so hard to keep them alive,
while they are slowly burning out.