L.A. Feeding Fire

作詞Jonne Aaron Liimatainen
作曲Jonne Aaron Liimatainen
Maybe I'm not what you want, I'm not
what you needed, I'm something you never got.
To you I'm dead, but you don't care,
stop refusing, you don't deserve me.

You're playing with fire, it burns
your skin, it feels too good,
you're in love with the heat,
you can't get out, fires feeding you,
fire's a waitress licking your skin slowly
but surely it starts to get in,
you don't wanna get out,
fires feeding you'

maybe it's getting late to say "nothing",
I don't care anymore.
To you I'm dead, but I don't care.
In your nightmare, it will never end


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