Burning Need to Bleed

I’m burning from the inside out.
Begging you to touch me and praying you wont.
If you get too close the façade will crumble.
One little spark and I’m going up in flames.

I crave you as I fear your burn,
With one kiss, me you could own.
Everything I am depends on me to stay away,
But I was never really good at keeping myself safe.

So I dance closer and feel the burn
I have scars and now marks that will become more.
Do you even know the payment for our touch?
Or am I on my own in the knowledge of the consequences?

Is this game we play only right for me?
Wrong for you It may be, though I'm unable to break free.
The signs all point to ruin, these marks we've inflicted on me.
It's okay, for the taste of you I'll gladly bleed.

Is that what I am?  Just another addiction?
How can it be right when you know it hurts?
Don’t blame me for your need.
I can’t be your need to bleed but … somehow … I can’t leave …