I had a friend
Who didn't listen
Who never cared
Raised to be a sensitive soul
No rough skin on her body
She had been to the fire
But never was burned
Every time she tried to touch the flame
Someone was there to put it out
I've sat in the fire
I've let it burn my soul
I lived in that fire
It took everything
One thing I learned though
That fire can't burn love
I'll take my real problems
Over someone else's made up problems
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