I stole this.. but it describes how I feel about relationships in general.
I touch the fire and it freezes me,
I look into it and it's black.
Why can't I feel?
My skin should crack and peel.
I want the fire back.
How through the smoke she calls to me,
To make my way across the flame.
To save the day,
Or maybe melt away.
Perhaps it's all the same.
So I will walk through the fire.
Where else can I turn?
I will walk through the fire.
And I'm caught in the fire,
Past the point of no return,
so I walk through the fire,
And let it burn.