A Box Full of Matches

Here I go... On my own again In these same four walls With just my thoughts And my missing you What to do? 'Cos I am not your you But I've been here before On both sides of it all But this? This feels new And I feel so sad And it's taking all that I have "That's too bad," they say Don't you know? If love was made some place I'd take a box full of matches An axe or a hatchet Raise it to the ground If I could... Change it all some way There'd be no hesitation No force or delay, that could Block my way And I feel so sad And it's taking all that I have "That's too bad," they say And I feel so sad And it's taking all that I have... That's too bad