Lost in the fire, all the things I desire.
Love, lust, power and passion.
Wanting my life to find some traction,
sick of all the action, spinning like a twirler.
Stuck inside a whirlwind, gonna start hurling,
throwing away intrusive thoughts like curling.

Sick of lonely, sick of people.
Sick of stuck up brats and people that refute clear facts!
Frustration oppressing, all I do is stressing.
There should be more, I shouldn't be this sore,
yet I lost it all when you broke me,
held down and...