playing with fire

Playing with fire...

Every place was the same.
Every day was routine.
Every part of everything was safe, stable,
Until I began to play with fire.

The fire got a little out of control but saved it before I got burnt.

Now, every place will still be the same.
Every day the same routine will continue
Every part of everything will be safe, stable
But deep down, certain things will never be the same anymore

Though I almost got burnt, I am still playing with fire.