Burnt Love

This is an abstract song that I wrote about four or five years ago. At the time that I wrote it a lot of people around me were suffering from the pain of infidelity/betrayal ~ one person of which that I loved very much in particular. However, the song also has personal significance to me for a very different reason. The imagery described is metaphorical and symbolic; not literal in meaning.

Do you think I'm a fiddle?-
-Stop playing my strings!
Do you think I'm an iceberg?-
-And I'll just melt away?

No way.
No way.
No way.
No wayayayay.

Today.
I'm flooding your house down.
With all the memories I'd bottled up inside.
Today.
I'm burning your house down.
With all the ashes from the burning pain you caused to me.

Don't play with me; don't play with me; it's wrong.
Gone from you gone from you; I'm strong.

Cos.
I'm not the violin you play behind my back.
Cos.
I'm not the violin that's crying for you back.
Cos.
I'm not the violin that plays sweet melodies.
I'm a drum. Drum. Drum. Drum.
And, you can't hit on me!

Yesterday was a bad day, I cried.
Yesterday was a bad day, I died inside.

But, tomorrow when your home is gone,
I'll take away your fridge,
And with it your hearts and guts,
As you did from my skin,
And play the thought.
And play the thought.
I try.
That I am stronger - stronger than your lies.

Today.
I'm flooding your house down.
With all the memories I'd bottled up inside.
Today.
I'm burning your house down.
With all the ashes from the burning pain you caused to me.

Don't play with me; don't play with me; it's wrong.
Gone from you gone from you; I'm strong.

Cos.
I'm not the violin you play behind my back.
Cos.
I'm not the violin that's crying for you back.
Cos.
I'm not the violin that plays sweet melodies.
I'm a drum. Drum. Drum. Drum.
And, you can't hit on me!

Do you think I'm a statue?-
-With no emotion?!
Do you think I'm a doormat?-
-That you can stand on and forget?!

No way.
No way.
No way.
No wayayayay.