Device

Love is like a cigarette
 It burns, burns slow
 Shoved down your throat
 This burning flame
 And it grows alone
 But you sit and watch the fireworks
 You sit and watch the fireworks
 This fire inside you, dying to be shown
 But it never makes itself known
 'Cause the passion is just too much
 A burden on your shoulders
 A greatness never achieved
 Because circumstance made us believe
 That it has to be a certain way
 At a certain time
 Instead of just letting it happen
 Instead of just living life
 Wish I could be happy for you
 But my screaming inside
 I should be standing in the place you are right now
 Instead, I'm churning in time
 I don't need to be a part of your monkey show
 Your money-making circus scheme
 While you mold me, break me
 Make me what you want to be
 'Cause the melody has been rechained
 How much profit from it shall be gained?
 Can you just remember the love?
 Or that if it's good, that they will come
 Will you ever find a perfect niche
 Or get on your knees, a sorry bitch
 So much circumstance leading to nowhere
 Love is like a cigarette
 It leaves a scar
 Sometimes invisible, but sometimes it stays
 And never ever goes away
 You just wanted to share what you hold dear
 But you're punished for it, so you should never speak of it
 So all your emotions you should retain
 All the passion and all the pain
 But then what's all this for
 In the first place?