he is the cause of all my anger

my spite

he is the reason 

i fight for all my lost summers

every may, july, august

i fight tooth and nail

to make up for those golden

years i had ben stolen

he is the reason the words

pour out of my mouth

like liquid fire

the way they do

he put out my fire and that

made me so angry it gave me inspiration

to light it again, he pushed me

to explode and how it rages

he is not the reason but the cause of

all the wildfire

he didn't light it but he

handed me the matches

so don't say his name

because then i'll have to 

start all over again