Matchbook
I had no lighter
So I lit my cig with a match
Held that book in my hands
Finally decided I'm tired of pain
I'm gonna burn your love away
So I lit it and threw it on the ground
Now I've lost what I thought I found
Watched that matchbook burn
Now it's your turn
That matchbook burned
You deserve what you've earned
Copyright © Heather Stevens | Year Posted 2005
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