don't get to close you said, cuz this is gonna burn,nthey say kids don't play with fire,nbut we're kids we never learn.nand that's how i came to seenhow Holden Caulfield was your prophet,nbut the prophesy was self fulfilling and you know it.nnand we were so naive. Yea so naive,nwe could have turned back and walked away,nyou were fucking screaming, and I could not see,nyou'd given your best warning.nthat the ghosts that you held close had told younhear now what we say, the world is gonna push you down,nso push the world away,nand they said everybody knew you were a firecracker,nbut i found out the hard way...nnthe love we held on to was so caught up in our belief,nthat the dreams we had were stronger than the forces of defeat,nbut then our dreams they one by one,nwere swallowed by the situation,nof aggravated tension, yea, and miscommunication...nthough i didn't have a clue... i found out.nni woke up from a dream when I met a generation,nwho were terrified of Love,nthough convinced that it could save them,nwhen like all things consecrated it turned out to be a lie,nit couldn't save them from the thing that had grown inside...ni met a generation that had lost their only friends,nto a suicidal culture that had forced them to pretend,nthat the fuse that grew inside wasn't ready to ignite,nbut kids will play with fire and we lit up the fucking night.nni found out, i found out, i found out the hard way.ni found you were a firecracker.