The attraction reels me in.
Ash becomes a black hole as it replaces my prints.
The sensation burns through.
I've touched this flame twice before;
Unsuccessful every time.
It intrigues me; the appeal.
It isn't good for me.
It isn't good at all.
I can't stay away.
Amazing, that's what I'll call it.
Addiction, that's what it is.
It'll be my fire.
The cigarette you take in.
It'll be my flame.
The kryptonite weakening your knees.
With so much to lose,
I don't back away from it.
I add the fuel.
Fire burns at my fingertips.
It isn't good for me.
It isn't good at all.
I keep going back to him.
I keep going back.
I burn myself in this fire.
I burn myself in his fire.
I've touched this flame twice before;
Unsuccessful every time.
I can't help to think that maybe,
Maybe, it's different. Maybe.
They say 3 times a charm.
I keep adding fuel to the fire.
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