It's getting worse, it's burning me from the feet up. And now it's in my eyes and I can't see you anymore. I'd ask you to hold my hand, but I've lost it in all these flames. Don't fret for the loss of me, I struck the match. I watched the flames rise high above our heads with a smile. Is my downfall a surprise to you? I thought I made it clear. I'm not your perfect model. Burn, I watch it all go down blazing. I feel the flame against my skin. Why must I burn all that I love? But I have failed you. I am sorry. I watched the flames rise high above our heads with a smile. Is my downfall a surprise to you?