The Arsonist

Burning bridges,
I desperately don't want burnt,
Because of the person I've told a thousand times,
"I just don't want to get hurt;"


And every day, it's something new,
Just something to cry about,
Something ever so stupid,
And every day, grows the doubt;


I don't know why,
This isn't me,
My own advice wasted,
I can't agree;


I'm hurt,
But I'm happy underneath,
But it's just that sometimes,
I can hardly breathe;


I'm holding on tight,
And I'm not letting go,
But karma's a bitch,
And you reap what you sow;


Now, I've climbed the ladder,
And I've kicked it down,
Yet all in all, I'm stuck,
Behind the tears of a clown;


I'm sorry for the ashes,
But that's how it goes,
I didn't mean for it to be like this,
God knows;


What am I doing?
I love him, I do,
But what have I become?
I haven't a clue;


I don't know much of anything,
Because the tables so rudely turned,
I don't know what's going to happen,
I just know that the bridges are burned.