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.Continue reading