i will not open myself up this way again

 
So some say love is a burning thing
that it makes a fiery ring.
Ah but I know love as a caging thing
just a killer come to call from some awful dream
and all you folks, you come to see
you just stand there in the glass looking at me
but my heart is wild, and my bones are steel
and I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free

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