You burned me......
As the sun burns himself,
Or the fire ashes paper waves.....

You broke me.....
As the glass breaks from one's hand,
Or the stones burst into a grain of sand......

You threw me....
As the shoes of your legs,
Yes, I'm a garbage.....
You hate me as I hate?
You wait for my precious death?

You don't wanna see...
How I burn in the fire....
I don't have to burn like this,
Because, You burned me before,
I don't need fire.....

If fire spreads all around my room,
My body burns in the fire waves,
I mix with the soil.....
Will You touch my ashes?
No , I don't have to burn
I don't need fire....
Because, you burned me before...
I don't need fire.....
© AURA