Drowning in Fire

Love is like drowning in an ocean of fire.
your last resort when you're down to the wire.
Pain is the lie she tells your friends behind your back;
and agony lacks sympathy for anyone who's just like you.
Hope is the last burning ember in the ashes.
The box of her letters i used to practice striking matches.
The passion she wrote has been soaked in gasoline.
The tremors from the aftermath of ashleigh,
and december's ninth symphony was simply a scratch
in drastic contrast to her knife in my back.
Thrashing out in anguish, the angel's the liar!
She's too selfish to save me from drowning in fire...