All your flowers|Are wilting|There's no water|That can bring them back||And these clouds keep|Crying|There's no way in hell|I could call you back||It's just everything's lost its hue|And|I'm seeing another|Side of you||I'm dangerous|Don't run your hand to close to the flame|Or you'll get|Burned|There'll be hell to, hell to pay||Ripping petals off|Asking the yes or no|Even though you don't love me back||So I'll take the flame|That you've made of me|Use my broken heart that you turned black||It's just everything's lost its hue|And|I'm seeing another|Side of you||I'm dangerous|Don't run your hand to close to the flame|Or you'll get|Burned|There'll be hell to, hell to pay