It burns.
As I sit here on the back burner.

waiting for you, because you know i will.

The sad truth, as pathetic as I am,
Only I can love you this way.

I somehow mastered how to deal with my feelings
around you, by just not having feelings.

There meaningless you said, and will never get me anywhere.
So I still sit here waiting for you, waiting for a warn embrace.

But when you come back for me I am not tenerdly embraced,
I seem to make you sick. But why do you keep me here then?

On this back burner you have me placed.
Is it enlightening to watch me suffer?

You know I will give it all, for one second with you.
It pleases you.

So leave me here again, let me wait some more.
I might just rather sit on this back burner,

Then see your hateful face,
Id rather die in this place,

Then have you here to tell me what I cant feel,
to have you never give me that warm embrace.