I burnt myself
I can’t afford to lose myself
By playing on fire,
Each spark a whisper of danger,
Each flame a faded desire.
By playing on fire,
Each spark a whisper of danger,
Each flame a faded desire.
I’ve danced too close to edges,
Burned by hands that once felt warm,
Now I walk with guarded footsteps
Through the eye of every storm.
Burned by hands that once felt warm,
Now I walk with guarded footsteps
Through the eye of every storm.
Temptation wears a pretty face,
But peace is what I crave—
Not another reckless journey
That leads me to a grave.
But peace is what I crave—
Not another reckless journey
That leads me to a grave.
The fire leaves its scars on me—
Not seen, but deeply felt.
A lesson etched in silence
For every time I melt
Not seen, but deeply felt.
A lesson etched in silence
For every time I melt
So for now, I keep my distance
From the thrill of fleeting heat.
But maybe fire, when truly tended,
Can warm—and not defeat
From the thrill of fleeting heat.
But maybe fire, when truly tended,
Can warm—and not defeat
