I feel like a moth to a flame 

Always running straight to the bullet hole 

Jumping in head first to the deep ends 

Rolling my heart on a thorny path 

What lies ahead is inevitable 

But this thrill, insatiable 

She lives life on the dangerous side and I know that 

But I’ll risk it all, with no care of the aftermath 

Her love is dangerous

But it has me running back for more 

Like the thrill of exposure to an exhibitionist, 

The kick of drugs to a junkie,

The battle scars to a war monger,

I’ve become addicted to her attention 

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