Falling in love with a shitty person.
One that makes you feel like committing arson.

Leave you standing empty handed.
A painful mark that leaves you branded.

Ran with your heart, just to break it.
Sadly, you feel the loss within the wreckage.

Someone who should pay for their crimes.
Never gets caught to do the time.

You'll try to move on slowly.
You don't want to always feel so lonely.

You'll wonder how long recovery takes.
Making the next person,
pay for the last ones mistakes.

Me and my fire..
Noo I've never committed arson..
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It just fit nicely...