You talked about me behind my back

You said my hair was a mess

You said my outfit didn't match

That's called playing with fire

You laughed at my brother

You told him he couldn't sit with you

You snickered when he got hurt

That's called playing with fire

You hurt my friends

You yelled at them cause of your pride

You told them to fix their attitude for no reason

That's called playing with fire

You look like a kid Who looks in the drawer

They find a box of matches

Light one with fire

And is about to light the house on fire