Flames move,They grow,They burn forever;
Thats my passion for you;
But when i catch you with a lover
I hear the flames calling to me
I feel it's heat again my hand;
I see you again and i can't help but cry;
To see that look in your eyes;
I jump to the flames;
I think of their blinding beauty;
The flame goes on and on;
But as I go in;
And see you and that girl look straight at me;
I see the horror in your eyes;
I see the regret you regret what you did;
Becuz the tears that wash down my cheeks;
I can't forgive you;
how many ways could my one heart
be chocked and broken and still expected to keep beating;
These are my last thoughts as Fire takes away my heart;
Theres no more feelings or thoughts;
Just the flames sheer beauty;
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