Anothers arms will hold me, and
I'll close my eyes and give in.
But this flame burns from wanting
you, and I know it's a sin.
Your memory is there to haunt me,
no matter what I do.
And I feel so guilty, because
I'm with him, and wanting you.
It's your lips that kisses me,
your arms that hold me tight.
I wish I could rectify
this wrong and make it right.
But it's your image that I see,
as he turns off the light.
This flame of love burns just for
you, as he holds me tight.
I know that I'm not fair to him,
he deserves much more then me.
And yet I've tried to tell him,
that my heart is just not free.
I can't help the way things are,
I don't know what to do.
He knows that I'm with him, and
long to be with you.
Maybe someday I'll care for him,
and he'll be the one I see.
Given the time, the day may come,
when your image fades from me.
But for now, my heart is shackled,
to your memory.
This flame of love still burns for you,
as he's holding me.