Fire

by Amanda   Aug 16, 2011


Playing with fire
You're going to get burned
But baby, I don't care
Cause maybe it's what I urge for.

Locked up all this time
Like a princess far away
I don't know what I'm missing
Till your spark shoots my way.
I am haunted by your voice
Yet intrigued all the same.

Mistake? Maybe.
But I'll never know till I try.
Burn me so good when you let your
Sparks fly.

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