Standing in a puddle of gasoline, trying to get this ******* match to light. It doesn't matter what I do, in the end it's never right.

A scarlet letter brands my body, to match my lips of crimson red. Let me whisper poetry in your ear, and take your heart to bed.

Lay me down, I'll set fire ablaze to tame your tortured soul. Broken hearts never mend, a shattered essence can never be whole.

I'm standing here with this stupid match, striking it to spark. Always hoping to set fire, to what's hiding in the dark.