Your love is like the sun,
burns, burns, burns.
After that you run.
Night moves in around my skin.
My flesh is burnt,
bright and red.
You rise again,
to burn my flesh once again.
One touch from your rays,
will I learn?
More mistakes.
Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes.
Next day comes around,
You lean in to touch me,
Sunblock.
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