I can feel it all around me...
I can see right through it.
It's Primitive...
It's Pure...

And I don't want to feel down...
I don't want to feel broken...
I don't want to let you go.

Seething...
Burning...
right below the surface...
threatening to overflow...

You are a messed up metaphor...
of the fire burning out of control...
the fire burning inside me...

This love will destroy me.
It will break down all my protective walls...
I need you to know it's because of you...
but I still can't let you go.