I see kids walk on fire, their feet don't get burntnLike all the caution actors stress in their TV showsnSays they should but they don't, I don't know how it's donenI don't care I guess I know they're just having funnAnd that's enough to keep them going through sad situationsnSometimes self-destruction will lead to discoveriesnMaybe I'm wrong to judge the ones who do what I don't believen'cause if you all were gone, you'd still be the ones I neednnAm I living life right?nIs there a right way to live?nnI saw friends get so used to the flame that theynAll disappeared in one colorful, heated arraynOh I tried to join, but my feet just charred in the coalnThen I realized that fire wasn't meant for my soulnI found others who shared my beliefs on the nWay I'd like to live life; they like it; it might be right for menAnd I don't know if this behavior just lives in our genesnIf that's the case, self-pain's a phase we all need to completennI'm so clueless but InI guess I'm liking the way I livennI've been thinking of making ammends with thosenPeople I've hated, or just weren't their friendsnSo sometime soon, I might admit my defeatn'cause even if you were a bitch, you still added to menMy friend says he misses those times we all hadnNot the person itself, and it makes me so sad to thinknThe countless days in your bright green room could be replacednBy a replica house and another pretty facennWhen my friends move onnWill I be replaced?nWell I don't want to be replacednWhen I leave I want to be missedn