you offered me your heart surrounded by roses
I held your gaze steady, not knowing what to say
because this doesn't happen, at least not with you
you whom I've loved from the very first day

after two years you're eyes haven't changed
but I'm afraid they're holding a different view
because when we saw one another again
you didn't look at me like I looked at you

now cinnamon red has turned into fire
and I'm trying to learn how to quench the flames
but when I think back, it seems I struck my own match
it seems I'm the one you and I should blame