What should I do
Give in to my weakness
Halt, desist
Or go for a chance
A nigh hope of romance
Make true the dreams of sir and miss
Look for a moment to seal
Mine and her lips
We all know
Fire is meant to burn
What are we all but madmen
Wandering in this world all alone
Writing sad lullabies of loves gone old
Yet we give in again, time after time
We take chances, we hide between rhymes
But life corrodes, all hearts of gold
Is she the one to make my heart burn
Or another one whose loss I shall mourn
All flames fade no matter how bright
Yet a spark and ember, makes all things right
In the inevitable end, alone, extinguished
Contemplating I stand my fire burns out
Yet a seed a sprout flourishes in the ash
I smile at the thought of her tears running, I let go of the past
The lack of her touch still kills me inside
The taste of her lips, her heart that was mine
Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn