Burn for You
You're a saint,
with the lips of a sinner,
and a heart of a killer.
You build me up,
just to tear me down,
bigshot of a small town.
I don't know,
why I waste my love on you.
I'm cold as the winter snow,
I'm in need of some rescue.
You say you want me,
but you act like I'm a nobody,
You never see me through,
that's ok because I'd burn for you.
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