Naeners

Burn

I\'ve never been one for a knife
Cutting never seemed my type
The fire is what called my name
And then I watched it burn

At first I would just sit and watch
But then I dragged my hand across
The pain was spreading through my skin
And then I felt it burn

The pain was always bittersweet
An escape from cruel reality
My mind was coming apart at the seams
And then I let it burn