My Perfect Enemy - Pythia

It’s just the little things you do

That make me want to fight with you

You’re just the perfect enemy

So wild and angry but so free

Its just your fire

Fire burns me through and through

My perfect enemy your nature

Will decree destruction

My worthless dignity is burning

In your flames

Of love and cost and

Nature that is lost

Of truth and pain

With nothing left to gain

You are the day to my night

The stinging salt in my wound

You are the reason I fight

I long to dance in your

Fire of retribution, fire of amnesty

You give my hate solution

Keeping dignity

Your true motive is clear

No more pain no more fear

My perfect enemy

Your sticks and stones will never break me

You make me stronger so

I live to fight again

In dust and rain

In murder and in pain

Your heart will find

No reason to unwind

I miss the little things you do

When I’m not arguing with you

It’s just your fire, fire