Standing in a puddle of gasoline, trying to get this ******* match to light. It doesn't matter what I do, in the end it's never right.

A scarlet letter brands my body, to match my lips of crimson red. Let me whisper poetry in your ear, and take your heart to bed.

Lay me down, I'll set fire ablaze to tame your tortured soul. Broken hearts never mend, a shattered essence can never be whole.

I'm standing here with this stupid match, striking it to spark. Always hoping to set fire, to what's hiding in the dark.

Shame woven into me, to escape the things I've done. In shadow it reminds me, it's a battle that can't be won.

Fingerprints along the walls, that match my very hand. It holds to gently or grips to tight, and lost is the magic sand.

Where were you all that time ago, when I needed strength the most? Now my past self haunts me, like the lingering of a ghost.

Never is there a witch when you need one, to cast a magic spell. Circles drawn and cauldrons bubbled, the day I saved myself from hell.