Why do you play with fire
When you can’t help getting burned?
Why do you give your trust away
Before it has been earned?
Why do you let your thoughts
Run away on a wild horse?
Why do you take a swing
Without looking at the course?
Why do emotions’ waves
Roughly wash you out to sea?
Why don’t you learn to ride
The storm out peacefully?
Why do you do the same thing
And expect a different end?
Why do you think your fantasy
Is just around the bend?
