Arson

It’s one thing to be loved and to lose that love. It’s another thing to think you’re loved when you’re not. To be lead to believe that you’re important to someone when in reality you mean very little to them. So little in fact, that they can toss you aside without a second thought. Without considering how their recklessness will effect you and your emotions.


I started writing Arson in the heat of the the aftermath, or so I thought at the time, of a situation like this. I was hurt, I was angry, I couldn’t grasp the idea that a person could actually care so little for another person and treat them so terribly when they claimed to care so much. I left the song for a while.

As time went on however, I began to realize that this person I thought was everything to me and who I thought had control over my life and my emotions was just a bump in the road. A very small bump. One that I could and would get over.

Along this road I learned some very important things. For instance, gasoline feeds a fire, and fuels a car. But it’s made of harmful chemicals, and while it may serve an important purpose at times, it can also be very damaging. It can ignite. It can burn. It can combust. It can destroy. And it did.

You created a spark. You started a fire. You fueled the flames. And then you left it to burn out. But as a fire burns out embers are created. It’s said that embers radiate a substantial amount of heat long after the fire has been extinguished, and if not taken care of properly can rekindle a fire that is thought to be completely extinguished.

Although an Arson is someone who starts a fire, the embers eventually take control. This song was written about you, Arson. But it was the ember that wrote it. It’s the ember that controls the story from now on.

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