Playing With Fire

Our love was never meant to last, I knew that. I'm plain and boring, like grass that tickles your bare feet, But you, you're like a fire that burns in the darkness of the night. And though I knew we wouldn't last, I needed to try. Mom always told me never to play with fire, But I never knew playing with the fire within your heart was just as bad. And when you left, my heart didn't break, it burned. And darkness returned to my life.