They say I was crazy
They don't understand
I tried to hide that I didn't want to do it
I didn't want to kill the girl on fire
It drove me insane
I wanted to kill everyone
For trying to make me do it
But I didn't want to kill the girl on fire
I joined the pack
Because I didn't know any better
I pretended to be angry when he let her go
I didn't want them to know I desired her
I acted ruthless, bloody, and brave
In the end, I convinced myself
That I didn't actually want her
I didn't love the girl on fire
When she shot my hand
I didn't feel any pain
When I died, the only thing I could think was...
Why did I love the girl on fire?
