Flammable
Call it Intrusive thoughts or the devil on my shoulder. Call it my last straw or an era where I'm bolder. But I say that I'm overheating, getting so hot that I'm colder.
But I've never felt so flammable; so close to becoming the flame. I've never felt so flammable, but I guess that happens when you're forced to take the blame. I want to forget all the people who say that I should bite my tounge. And I will remember the people who started this fight just for fun.
If acceptance is the lesson, I'm no trying to learn and if I am just a gossip, why am I cutting out so many words. If I'm just starting fires...why is there still so much to burn.
I've never felt so flammable; so close to becoming the flame. I've never felt so flammable casuse I'm a breath away from going insane. I want all the lying and fakeness to end; for people to drop their facades. And I want to tell the truth and revel in it's cost. If I was trying to start problems, you can trust I'd do it right. If I am just starting war, don't you think there'd be a fight?
No I havn't even started though now, I think I might.