we all play with fire,
we dance around the fire,
its Flames licking at our ankles,
it like we tease it as if we want it to bight us,
we cant get enough its like a drug.
there is many different types of fire,
relationship fires that burn bright,
some with the red flame of hatred,
the blue flame of happiness,
we do the dance around these flames toiling away,
most get bitten when young and learn not to play with the fire.
why does fire have to burn,
why cant we hold it in our palms create beautiful things with it,
form amazing colourful things,
it seems it is against us,
I'm scared were all scared,
I'm going now cause it seems I'm slowly jumping into a pit of fire.
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