You set yourself on fire
And ran throughout the school.
They told us it was an accident,
But none of us were fooled.
But I think you need to know
That your bright orange fire spread,
And some of us caught fire too,
So now some of us are dead.

You set yourself on fire
And sent yourself to sea.
They didn't tell us anything;
You just left silently.
Your boat is burnt to ashes
Still floating on the waves.
All alone when you faced your fate,
The girl that no one saved.

But really, which is better?
In the end, what's right?
To burn alone when no one knows,
Or to burn out hot and bright?
Should we acknowledge your existence,
Or should we make you disappear?
Which one is your dying wish?
Which one your dying fear?