It almost seems magical
How easily someone can fall in love with a hobby or a person
And make that the one thing that gets their life seemingly easier
The thing that drives their life; the reason someone wakes up in the morning
What makes them smile before they go to rest their head in the moonlight

And I watched you fall in love with your passion
I watched it not only fill your eyes but your hope and imagination
I watched it fill you up
You drank it in

Until the day it became distructive
You let it consume every part of you; your weekends, your house, your family
You let it sep into places where passion should be replaced with pure love and joy
You let it tear you apart and seperate you from 16 years of a person
You let it build a home and you let it fester
You took a shack and built a mansion
Your mansion became exclusive and you let nothing but your passion inside
You left me out in the cold while your passion kept you warm
And your passion became deadly to the rest of us
It was dangerous, don't you see?