I strayed away from razors,
threw away my blade,
In the hopes of seeing better days.
However once I met him,
I couldn't help but grin,
As it was like all my problems drifted away.

It was then I felt the love;
the butterflies lifting me to the clouds above,
And in those moments I knew he felt it too.
As our kind of love was a flame,
spreading everywhere, to everything-it couldn't be tamed.
And the heat began with 'I love you'

But our fire lost its spark,
our light went out and I was left in the dark,
and now it's like we never did begin.
Though he is now my mystery
to solve, sometimes I wish
he'd never told me he loved me
Cause I don't know if I can handle the
**Heat.