I set a fire on the stove
and fed it every word I wrote
I watched my journals turn to smoke
Now all there is is what I spoke
I decided long ago
to make the most of what I know
and worry not of what I don't
Perfect the art of letting go
Cause if I trust in something else
then I don't need to trust myself
I've learned a lot since I began
but I think I was wiser then
I've done too much and not enough
in trying to put you above
I cannot tell if I'm in love
or whose regard I'm thinking of
If beauty is the only way
to make the nightmares go away
I'll plant a garden in your brain
and let the roots absorb the pain
I set a fire to my soul
I hope it ate til it was full
I set a fire to my soul
It burned me and it made me whole