Standing outside the fire

Como me disse um amigo meu, há um tempo atrás,

a vida é de se consumir dentro do prazo de validade. Depois que ele expira, não
adianta querer envenenar-se.

We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk it the tables being turned

We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always come with getting burned

But you got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire

We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall

We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all

They're so hell bent on giving, walking a wire
Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire

Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire

There's this love that is burning
Deep in my soul
Constantly yearning to get out of control
Wanting to fly hiher and higher
I can't abide standing outside the fire

(Sim, ok, estou com um tanto de preguiça mesmo de escrever. Se não vale música pra dizer que eu ainda ando por aqui, e bem, obrigada, mas muito mais no mundo real que virtual, será que vale foto?)