I'm playin' with fire, know I'm gonna get burned
I'm playin' with fire, know I'm gonna get hurt
I was playin' with fire so I got burnt

How come she don't want me like the other girls do?
They look at me while I stare at you

The scars on my back look like a thousand heart attacks
Thats because they are, each time you stuck the knife in
My heart turned a little more black

Now all I got is this ice box where my soul used to be
It's locked up and I hope I never find the key
I'd like the cold of the pain to remain a part of me

-J.A.M