If you continue to work hard, let that be the fuel to your fire.– Pitbull.If you continue to work hard, let that be the fuel to your fire.If looks could kill everyone would want me dead.If it were up to me everything would be on fire!.I’d rather be cremated than frostbitten.I’m the reason why “warning signs” were invented.I’m sorry, were you talking to me I couldn’t hear you over the sound of how awesome I am.I’m really not bossy, I just have better ideas.I’m not dangerous, I just have a very strong personality.I’m not always right, but I’m never wrong.I’m not always a fire hazard, but when I am…STAY BACK.I will be always there, if you fall, love or floor.I want my ashes scattered in a place where there’s fire.I responsible for what you convey not what you understand.I may be a flame that’s always burning, but I can’t help it if I’m the brightest thing in this room.I lit up your world for just one night, but I’ll leave my fingerprints on your soul forever.I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.I am not a product of my circumstances.Fire will attract more attention than any other cry for help.Fire that’s closest kept burns most of all.Fire is the only thing on earth that will never say no to me.Fire is not the opposite of ice but rather a different form.Fire is a good servant but a bad master.Fire in the heart sends smoke into the head.Fire has always been and, seemingly, will always remain, the most terrible of the elements.Fire does not care who wins or loses but burns down everything in sight.Fire can be beautiful, but it’s also dangerous.Fire can be beautiful and deadly at the same time.Fire burns away the old and makes space for new growth.Everyone says they love me until I light them on fire.Everyone is entitled to be stupid, but you are abusing the privilege.Every year, I fall for pumpkins, bonfires, autumn leaves, s’mores, and you.You have the power to choose who you are and what kind of life you want. Dance between powerlessness and control.Comfort murders you passion soul, walking to a grinning funeral.Cause I’m burn up, burn up for you baby.But this momentous question, like a fire bell in the night, awakened and filled me with terror.Backroads and bonfires, that’s all I need.
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