You are like a moth, always
flying closer to love, but you
seem to always get burnt.

Your heart hurt so many times,
Don't fly so close, to that love
That only burns.

Look for the love that doesn't
burn bright, look for the one that is only
so bright, And let it get brighter.

Not hotter as the loves that burnt you
Before, A heart can only get burnt
So many times.