Desire is a wicked type of magic
It burns within my soul and makes me feel sick.
I hate that it pulls me into this trance
Sometimes making me happy enough to dance
But results of desire are more likely to come out empty handed
Then give a love in which every person has once demanded
Yet there are those times that make you sing like a bird
Cause your wish has been granted as others have heard
You look so nice with that lover of yours
But no one see what happens behind closed doors
Desire begins to break, love begins to fall
And you must stand in the middle of it all
You watch your partner leave and feel the awful ache in your heart
Once again you are left torn apart
For desire is not as great as it may seem
It's not for a world of reality it is only that in which you may dream
So open your eyes, don't give into desire
For it will burn you if you play with fire