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She was crazy(She was beautiful)I guess she had to beAnd I was angry(You were blind)Because I could not seeexcept for what the cigarettesHad done to her skinI should have know the outside worldWould reveal what was withinBut she was burning herselfAnd Her hair was filled with ashesShe was burning herselfAnd her life became a flameShe was burning herselfAnd the flame became her passionShe was burning herselfAnd her passion, her passion was her painShe was trusting(You could have saved her too)All hope had passed for herAnd I was lustingLetras de canciones(And she gave to you)That's all I asked of herThe marks upon her bodyAnd the marks upon her mindI knew I could have erased themIf I'd only took the timeBut she was burning herselfAnd her hair was filled with ashesShe was burning herselfAnd her life became a flameShe was burning herselfAnd the flame became her passionShe was burning herselfAnd her passion, her passion was her pain.I never saw her do itI only saw the scarsI never could imagineWhat could make her go that farI wonder was she drivenBy a disparate need to feelTo find out was she livingTo discover life was realOr was it that the painSlicing trough her like a knifeWas easier to handlethan the emptiness of lifeHad a strange sense of dramaCaught inside a roleOR was she trying to cauterizeThe changes on her soleI don't knowI don't knowI don't knowHer passion was her pain From Letras Mania