just to watch me burn,
into a pile of ash
lying on your bedroom floor.
Don’t ignite my passion
and then turn and walk away,
because I’ll rise again
more beautiful than before.
Don’t make me love you
without yours in return,
‘cause I’ll leave you begging me,
begging me to give you more,
as I fly above you, watch me soar.”
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