You wanna play with fire,
You talk about heaven and desire.
I'm here to put it to rest,
cuz each word is a shot to my chest.
I only have one request,
please just leave me aside,
I've got the voice of a dramatic ass,
and all I do is live in the past.
I want to fall in love for the first time,
but its already past,
I don't miss you,
I miss what you meant.
I want to start again, but I won't get the chance,
You say you want help, but I hate you,
but not as much..
not as much..
as I hate me
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