He doused me in gasoline.
Promised me they'd wash away my fire if I let them.
He doused me in gasoline.
Promised me all I need was my passion.
He doused me in gasoline.
But about the burning, he hadn't mentioned a thing.
He played with matches.
Taught me how to swallow the pain.
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 10:29 AM UTC
He doused me in gasoline.
Promised me they'd wash away my fire if I let them.
He doused me in gasoline.
Promised me all I need was my passion.
He doused me in gasoline.
But about the burning, he hadn't mentioned a thing.
He played with matches.
Taught me how to swallow the pain.
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