Love's a flame
Sometimes love begins as a fairy tale
and ends in ashes
When the flame that kept it warm
dies down
But I'm the phoenix that rose from the ashes
and flew to the light house
by the dark tide
Shining brighter than a Christmas tree
with fairy lights
That’s how colourful I felt
every moment I spent with you
All I see now is hot bright burning gas
flickering in my teary eye
I'm not gonna cry cause I no longer
have tears in my eyes.
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