Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie. I love the way you lie. 

Like a moth to the flame, I always fall. Deep, hard, fast. With naivete and wonder I reach out, mesmerized by the light. But with fire, when you get too close, you burn. Pain rushes through, to the very edges of my being. Excruciating. Scarring. And yet I always manage to burn myself again and again. Never learning my lesson.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie. I love the way you lie.

You had all the right cards, I was on the loosing end. You said all the right words, and I was all ears. Riding on my insecurity, you pushed yourself in. Manipulative. Calculating. Villainous. But you were there for me. I loved every minute of it.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie. I love the way you lie.

Sweet nectar laced with poison, this is what you are. Giving me joy. Killing me. Ecstasy surging thought my veins every time you hold me, kiss me. You gave to me what you were willing to give. I gave to you my all. I offered you my soul, you wanted more.