Fire with Fire


Maybe you got pre-occupied in your own drama

Or perhaps you simply had enough of mine

If you’re the leaf and I’m the branch

Try not to land so far from the vine

Maybe you saw things in black and white

And my techno color was hard to embrace

If you’re the brush and I’m the paint

Then first impressions will always leave a trace

Maybe you were too much like earth and water

Noble substances many desire

Or maybe just maybe you were too much like me

Seeking wind and permission to feed fire with fire

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