people don't love me
they would rather leave

they look at me
they don't touch me
they're too afraid to do so

nobody loves like i do
i am a never ending flame
turning everything to ash and dust

i am obsessive and manic
i am a prison and chains
i am to much and exploding

words aren't capable of half
of what my hands can do

but you
you and your burning hands

you ripped my heart out like it's nothing
smoked the pieces like i owed you something
am i not your everything?