You said I was bright as fire,
kept on pouring kerosene.
Like a blood rush to your head,
sometimes I was too much.
I was the flame and you the gasoline.

We broke all promises,
waiting for the moon to rise.
Expecting the sun to warm us,
still we could never hide.
Just like a moth drawn to the flame,
you always leave me wanting more.

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