I want to play with fire...
I want to feel the burn...
To quench this damned desire.
I know you want to hurt me...
I know you really hate me...
I know you don't regret it...
And that's why you betrayed me.
I know you really hate me...
I know you don't regret it...
And that's why you betrayed me.
I see the children laughing...
I see the babies crying...
I see the grass is growing...
And all the trees are dying.
I want to end this poem...
But it seems I can't...
So I'll do the impossible...
And end this endless rant.
But it seems I can't...
So I'll do the impossible...
And end this endless rant.