Congratulations your lies have run through this town
You have a plan to bring everyone down
And so far it's working

You've started your black mischief
You think you can't be stopped
But darling there are people who are getting on to your secrets

So dear Abigail Williams
You better watch your back
Cause when you cry out witch you'll be staring at one in the mirror

I understand you want the guy
The one who had you for couple of nights
But you also have to understand he has a wife

You have the whole court wrapped around your finger
But just remember it only takes one pull to unravel the whole thing
That's what your headed for

So dear Abigail Williams
You better watch your back
Cause when you cry out witch you'll be staring at one in the mirror

Now they found you out
Your already on the run
You better run faster or they'll come at your neck with a noose

This is what happens
When you mess with black magic
It doesn't end well

So dear Abigail Williams
You better watch your back
Cause when someone cries out witch
Your face is the one we'll remember

Tell me once more
How I'm wrong
Say all the words you told me before
And how you don't see how they hurt me

Tell me once more
How I'm worthless
How I'll never make it farther
Than this street I'm on

Tell me again
Just know this time I'm not listening
I've spent all my time believing you
Look me in the eye and you'll know
I won't make that mistake again

Tell me once more
How I'm not beautiful
In your eyes
And I'll let you know how you're wrong

Tell me once more
How these scars define me
I'll have you know
That there's more to the story than you'll ever hear

I'm the kind of fire people don't even want to come close to, because they see a wildfire coming. I'm the danger left out of its cage, ready to strike at anything simply because I can. I'm the waters you drown in if you look into my eyes for too long. I'm the storm you run from even when it's still miles away because I don't leave survivors. I'm the mystery you can't solve because you're not looking close enough.

He carried about him a type of danger. The kind like fire. Where you don't know exactly where he's going next; predictably unpredictable. You know you shouldn't touch the flames because even standing three feet away you can still feel the heat, and yet it's almost like you can't bear to stay away. He had that kind of danger that you knew you shouldn't even be close enough to feel the heat, but for some reason you feel the aching need to feel the flames. He was the kind of danger that you think you would love to know, but in reality should never touch.

I am A
Rebel Heart
Intelligent Mind
Free Soul
Strong Body
Living Masterpiece
I am Not a Game
So don't even try to play me

They say not to play with fire
because in the end it will always burn you
But I've danced with its flames
and been embraced by its heat

So, they lied to me
I've yet to be burned
For me, fire's danger is like a poem
I have to read again right after I've finished

It's wild and untamable
Dangerous and exciting
But at the same time
It's peaceful and sometimes it feels like home

Right now that's what I'm looking for:
A home
If this fire is what I think could feel like home
Then I'll take it

Over and over and over again