Playing With Fire
she jumps in then comes back out
suffering the same scars everyday
nobody understands why
but every night neighbors gota listen to her cry
it started out with a can of gasoline
she became curious about what would be
she lit the match and her hell began
she tested the heat
then she burned her beautiful cheek
everyday she hated coming home
he would stand there waiting alone
one fight after another
the match was lit again
she hid the scar from her friends
she smiled but her eyes displayed the pain
and she was frightened by the sound of his name
she insisted the fire would be put out
friends told her to leave the house
because they knew
they tried to help
but she played deaf to their pleas
then she went home to fall to her knees
this was a daily routine
but her excuses changed like seasons
she loved him and he loved to abuse her
the fire proved too much for her
and she finally jumped out for the last time
that's the last time she'll ever play with fire
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