Like an incinerator, you set my body ablaze.
And it hurts so badly, but I can't stop loving you.
Yet you're a murderer a thief and a cheat.
Everyday, you kill me with this sweet addiction.
And with no remorse, you stole my heart,
Telling me to beat only for you.
Just like a spell, you plant a sweet lie in my ear,
Saying that you love me, oh so disenchantingly surreal.
So when will my love for you eventually turn into ashes?
We are like matchsticks,
weak yet able to pass on hope.
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