like a naive child..
I waddle toward fire
scotched,I wobble back
but I stumble back..always do
though you shatter my heart into a million pieces
I tape it together again and go back
though I bleed raw,from the countless times
you stabbed me in the back..I teeter back to you
my ears deaf,from friends shouting at me..
pleading me to stay away from you
I go back..I always do