i think my body's gone on fire

my head is filling with smoke 

my thoughts and morals seem foggy

and i'm running out of hope 

my body, my being, has been set ablaze

leaving me in a daze

i blinkk and i see is grey

and memories from that frightful day

i feel the smoke descend into my lungs

i taste the heat burning my tongue 

the building, its getting hotter

the room, it in engulfed in flames of red 

im screaming to an empty room

"Why am i not dead?!"

and then the voices, malice in their tone, tell me:

"Silly girl, the fire's in your head."