Thought Like Flames

I hear you So don't you say another word Here you are standing there crushing yourself I'm near you But my eyes see a different world Now here you are, standing there Breaking my heart as you're crushing yourself Now lately you've been painting on the walls with the black fire you lit Then you call it your mirror And then you hate it And then you spit on it Sorry you're not a god Now every thought you feel within turning into flames So hold your breath cause all I can smell is ashes Sorry but you're not God I hear you But I can't recognize even a sentence as truth Who lit that black flame into your heart And I'm near you But my words land far from your heart You turn your back and I don't know where to start But lately you've been painting on the wall with the black fire you lit And it's a lie and I hate it Still you think it is you And you keep it Sorry you're not a god Sister I'm sorry but it's not your call To create a lying image of yourself But there is hope sister