She was crazy

(She was beautiful)

I guess she had to be

And I was angry

(You were blind)

Because I could not see



Except for what her cigarettes

Had done to her skin

I should have known the outside world

Would reveal what was within



But she was burning herself

And her hair was filled with ashes

She was burning herself

And her life became a flame



She was burning herself

And the flame became her passion

She was burning herself

And her passion, her passion was her pain



She was trusting

(You could have saved her too)

All hope had passed for her

And I was lusting

(And she gave to you)

That's all I asked for her



The marks upon her body

And the marks upon her mind

I knew I could have erased them

If I'd only taken the time



But she was burning herself

And her hair was filled with ashes

She was burning herself

And her life became a flame



She was burning herself

And the flame became her passion

She was burning herself

And her passion, her passion was her pain



I never saw her do it

I only saw the scars

I never could imagine

What could make her go that far



I wondered was she driven

By a desperate need to feel

To find out she was really living

To discover that her life was real



Or was it that the pain

Slicing through her like a knife

Was easier to take

Than the emptiness of life



Had a strange sense of drama

Caught her inside a role

Or was she trying to cauterize

The changes on her sole?



I don't know, I don't know

I don't know, her passion was her pain