Fire, fire all around.
How could you let me drown?
Fire sweeping to and fro.
Why am I so cold?
Your passion swept me off my feet
Until again we could meet.
But here I sit, frozen through;
I never should have loved you.
For when the time came to test your devotion,
You left me here with one fiery motion.
The fire you left me with rages still,
But I never even got my fill.
Though I am surrounded by passionate fire,
I feel that it is my funeral pyre.
The passion you ignited has not died down,
And amidst this fire I feel like I have drowned.
My chest is tight, I cannot breathe,
And all my muscles begin to seize.
How could you do this, tell me true?
How could you let me love you?
Fire sweeps and billows all around,
But in my sorrow I have drowned.