You are playing with fire
Your beauty is a sword
That goes trough the heart
Monsters and men
They all admire
Still, you have your colours
Your flag raised high
They don’t know that some swords
Are not meant for killing
They are made to inspire
The wound that goes deep rather heals
It saves the soul
Just one look and you die happy
One touch and it had been worth the trip to paradise
You may seem evil because you cannot please all
Life is not meant to please every eye
Only what you pick and choose
What you find worth your time
What makes you smile
When you find it give until you cannot give no more
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