We were a perfect match
our love blazed blinding us
but love has to be kept alive
or it slowly fades and dies.

The fire between us is going down
down down down to the depths of
the unknown hatred where we
don't know the right words to say
for whatever we say breaks us
further... for we are already broken.

Like splintered glass, we lay there
afraid to walk on it, obviously.
Our hands, fragile, pick it all up
only to throw them more forcefully.

So we let it be, but not let it go
for we were a perfect match
but sadly matches burn.