Boy, the word "i love you" has become so common in your mouth that it already grew molds of lies and uncertainties.
You play with feelings with your matchsticks in hand.
tell me, why do you keep on playing with fire—constantly burning another heart's desire?
Ashes after ashes of your burnt relationships,
you jump into another loveship with your matchsticks still in keep.
Aren't you wondering, is love really what you seek?
Cause if you are,
then no, it isn't.
My grandmother once told me,
you don't just build then burn bridges with no intent.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
Boy, the word "i love you" has become so common in your mouth that it already grew molds of lies and uncertainties.
You play with feelings with your matchsticks in hand.
tell me, why do you keep on playing with fire—constantly burning another heart's desire?
Ashes after ashes of your burnt relationships,
you jump into another loveship with your matchsticks still in keep.
Aren't you wondering, is love really what you seek?
Cause if you are,
then no, it isn't.
My grandmother once told me,
you don't just build then burn bridges with no intent.
