I am the only one without a fire.

A fire burning inside, a fire in my heart

My fire is gone, not for good. I hope.

 

You took it away, when you left.

It slowly went weaker, and weaker.

Until it died. And I stood back cold.

Much colder then I had ever been.

 

Why did you leave me?

Couldn't you at least have left me behind a small flame?

Or just something to keep me warm?

Something that just needed a little wind, or like a little push for it to blow up again.

 

I can't live without you.

You ment the world to me.

My flame is gone.

You were my flame.