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Every day I wish she knew how strong her light could be
And how bright it was to me
But somewhere along the line
She forgot how to find it.
She even reminded herself never to lose her flame
But she was scared of what the world would think

And I tried to be the one to pick it up
But it burned me when I got too close.
I could have sworn those embers were just for me.
So now I’m left here with wet matches
Trying to reignite the fire
That was put out on her skin like cigarettes.
And maybe it will never light for me again
Because she closed the door and now I’m left out in winter
Only seeing a crack of light shining out through the frame.
But out here in the snow I’m learning to love myself
And I’m learning to grow into someone that I can be proud of. Someone who can handle the cold.

While she’s sitting in front of the artificial fire
That I used to be trying to stay warm,
I’ll always keep this matchbox in my pocket
Because when the right day comes it will be dry.
And maybe one day I can melt the ice inside her,
The cold that I created and the blizzard that consumed me

Because I would much rather fight for warmth
Than let myself go numb.

And I would rather fan the flames.
I would rather fan the flames.

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