"The closer the moth is to the flame,
the higher the chance it'll burn."

If you think the light
could hurt the moth,
but the moth thinks otherwise,
who's to say it's not a happy ending?

If the last thing the moth wanted to do
was touch the light,
death
in the form of warmth and comfort
comes upon touching it.

Wouldn't it be a beautiful way to die,
still?

They say you don't know what you have til it's gone
Can only see it after you have moved on
Find the truth a millisecond too late
Realizing love you let go was already great
Just by looking at the past it's clear we were meant to be
But your curiosity and doubt caused you to set me free
You put on your shoes and walked out the door
Now you waltz back in expecting things to be like before
I've always felt the same about you and I will until I die
But that doesn't mean I should let your behavior make me cry
I need to respect myself enough to finally walk away
Because my heart is not a deck of cards or an instrument to play
Nobody else will ever be able to make my eyes light up like you
But I am sick of being taken for granted and that's what you consistently do
I am drawn to your presence worse than a moth to flame
But if I go running back to you I have no one but myself to blame