There's a fire starting in my heart.
You picked up the match from the cart.

You're the one who threw the match and watched me burn to ash.

You laughed at my screams for help. 
You simply walked away and all I could do was yelp due to the pain.

If only I had used my brain.
Then I wouldn't be in this much strain.

You smiled as the ash of my remnants piled.

I thought I could trust him. Who knew he would be so dim?

Was it something I did?
Was it something I said?

He looked back, his eyes were burning into mine.

Surprisingly that hurt more than the actual fire.....
He really was a good liar .....