Lletres: Negative. L.A. Feeding Fire.

Maybe I`m not what you want, I`m not
what you needed, I`m something you never got.
To you I`m dead, but you don`t care,
stop refusing, you don`t deserve me.

You`re playing with fire, it burns
your skin, it feels too good,
you`re in love with the heat,
you can`t get out, fire is feeding you,
fire`s a waitress licking your skin slowly
but surely it starts to get in,
you don`t wanna get out,

fire is feeding you

Maybe it`s getting late to say "nothing",
I don`t care anymore.
to you I`m dead, but I don`t care.
In your nightmare, it will never end