Let the sky fall, when it crumbles we will stand tall.

I'm looking for the match to light the fire
and I can't find it.

I'm looking so hard that I don't realise
I can be the match.

I can light up the flames and burn, burn burn
until there's nothing left.

But I'm too weak, too scared to actually
set my self on fire.

Although I crave to burn.
I dream and fantasize of the warmth and the excitement. 

I ache for the smell of life
when it's turned to ashes. 

It fills my lungs and makes me sick
but I always ask for more.

How do I get out of me?

I can only reach out
and the let the flames slightly caress my skin.

I can only scream at the top of my lungs when the fire inside me consumes me 

and starts burning me from within. 

I let go.

I stare in awe when the fireworks burn in the sky
and I break free when they finally tear it up.