Maybe I‘m not what you want,
I‘m not what you needed,
I‘m something you never got.
To you I‘m dead, but you don‘t care,
stop refusing, you don‘t deserve me.
You‘re playing with fire,
it burns your skin, it feels too good,
you‘re in love with the heat,
you can‘t get out, fires feeding you,
fire‘s a waitress licking your skin slowly
but surely it starts to get in,
you don‘t wanna get out,
fires feeding you.
Maybe it‘s getting late to say "nothing",
I don‘t care anymore.
To you I‘m dead, but I don‘t care.
In you nightmare, it will never end..