Hot as the flame

Where is my brain it's my fault I feel this way I don't know why in my mind I twist and play this same weak symptom every day
And I still fall when I know better so it's really me to blame it burns hot as the flame held close to my brain it fries and attention I can't pay it's hard for me to say goodbye ..... But I guess it has to be this way

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