Playing with fire, it's a burning desire. Playing with fire, it's a burning desire. It's a feeling you can't hide. Playing with fire, it's a burning desire. Oh it's a burning desire, and you throw more gas on the fire, and you just watch the flames grow higher. Playing with fire, it's a burning desire. You look in the mirror with regret in your eyes, and your fighting back the tears that one would cry, and you're telling yourself that it's not your fault. And your punching the bag, because your dead, dead inside. How many times, did I say? we're playing with fire, almost every single day. And I just keep running, behind my shadows. Almost everyday I'm run, run, running away. Playing with fire, it's a burning desire.