Like fire reduce pretty things to ashes
Like i used to scald myself with my tea
Like the devoring heat grows and cauterize my internal wounds with ectasy
My feelings for him boil my anatomy

Even though he likes to play with fire around me
He's certainly the type to leave me behind
He try sometimes to get rid of my being i think
To get him to keep me, do i have to get, on me, his name brand ?

Always jocking
Always mocking
Always crying
And always pushing me away
This is how he plays

Am i a fool to want him ?
Yes, certainly
But will i keep craving for his touch and whole being?
Probably as long as hell fire keeps burning.
Why ?
Because he threw it all in my heart to keep it beating.