I Thought I Liked To Play With Fire
I thought I liked to play with fire
until your flame left it’s mark;
Bewildered, I walk around now
aching for a little bit more
of your smoke to inhale;
Forever isn’t enough;
Sizzling, I think how would it be
to get a little bit higher
come a little bit closer
let my senses get muddled;
Just feel you,
drown inside your touch;
Forever isn’t enough;
When you’re not around
you’re not gone;
Not really;
The echo you leave behind
never subsides
instead seems to intensify,
the spark that you ignited
leaves me longing to fly;
It seems forever isn’t enough.
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