You say you're done, but you never mean it,
Slam the door, then you're back by the weekend.
We burn it down just to feel something,
Guess we're addicted to the damage we're causing.
Every time I try to walk away,
You pull me in like it's a game we play.
I hate the way you know just what to say,
But I stay, I stay.
'Cause we go back to the fire, back to the flames,
Loving you hurts, but I love it the same.
Toxic as hell, but I can't escape,
You break me apart, then beg me to stay.
You twist the truth just to keep me guessing,
Say you've changed, but you never learn the lesson.
I tell myself that I'm done confessing,
But here I am, still answering your message.
Maybe we're poison, maybe we're fate,
Maybe we're both just a little insane.
But every goodbye just circles again,
To another hello we shouldn't have made.
Back to the fire, back to the flames,
Loving you hurts, but I love it the same.
Toxic as hell, but I can't escape,
You break me apart, then beg me to stay.
We go back to the fire, back to the fire again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem