She burned me down, down to the ground 
Blood, though thicker than water, is harder to clean up 
You'll get it in the end, boy, if the weapon of choice is 
blood 
Expecting it from a stranger, or maybe an aquaintance 
Never from family or friends, though 
A simple mistake and expense 
She burned me down, down to the ground 
Pissed and dissapointed, I pray to learn to forgive 
If I can't find it in my heart, then I have no reason to 
live 
Here is an education, the lesson professed is quite cruel 
There are some things worse than death 
And one of them is you 
Everytime I see her start a fire 
I get higher