Am I the one to blame for being a passionate soul? The spirit of an old man, inside a 19 year old. Loves to love, loves to care, be free, be clear, Support even a stranger, if they wanted to be there. The one that gives, never ask for anything in return, but the only thing I do want is this fire to ever burn. Even when I get weary, I won't pout, cause my love is a fire that can never go out. So who's the one to blame for me being a passionate soul? My heart grows fonder, it'll never grow cold.