There's something about fire,
that excites me.
I never quite could understand.
The lick of the flames,
the heat,
and the burn.
challeneged and conqured it
over and over again.
Thick and hot like crimson rain.
Nothing more to loose,
nothing less, to gain.
Broken fragments shattered bones.
Everything that's been said, as surely hit home.
Piece together, this puzzle of a heart.
And tell me when you desided to put it together, when did you start?
Place lies like lipstick from your lips.
Those kisses weigh you down, and to the floor the truth's exsistance drips.
I see you for exactly what you are.
A poser, made up, of nothing and more.
Now lay you down, if your to die.
And tell us all please, won't you, why?
Why the heartache?
why the tears?
why all the lies, you've filled inside our innocent ears.
Can you feel our pain at all?
Or does it pull you, from your fall?
Why draw sunshone, when you cover it with clouds again.
Same as why should we trust you,
knowing you'll just hurt us all, again.
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