You’re playing with Fire

And you know it

What starts as a spark

Simmers and grows

You’ve done this before

But yet you can’t stop

So you feed it

You care for it

You can’t take your eyes from the glow

The embers dance

The heat is intense

You see the blaze rise

And you still think

That you have control

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