She burned me down, down to the ground

Blood, though thicker than water, is harder to clean up

you'll get it in the end, boy if the weapon of choice is love
Expecting it from a stranger or maybe an acquaintance
Never from family or friends, though a simple mistake and expense


She burned me down, down to the ground


Pissed and disappointed, I prey to learn to forgive
If I can't find it in my heart then I have no reason to live


Here is an education, the lesson professed is quite cruel
There are some things worse the death and one of them is you


Every time I see her start a fire I get higher

Every time I see her start a fire I get higher


Every time I see her start a fire I get higher