Song 3

Is it too late my dove..
To late for this love to soar?
Your eyes say no but..
 your body walked out the door
The life of liking is not for
The faint
Faded
Faithless
On the frontier
My heart wages war on your tears
You stand there holding his arm and it's..
Killing me
The faceless
The faded
And faithful
As you're in my heart
It's slashed and burn
But you stand there
Waiting for me to turn away
Wishing away
A life of hate
Love
Dismay
Only to watch me hurt
Curl in on myself
Cut it all off
Stand there exposed
As my blood to the flame
The words came to me
We're not fate
Faithful
Fastened
In our wake
The faith was fantasy
Not fate
Not love
Till you turned around one day
But I'm already gone
45mm was dependable
There and faithful
And I'm faded
Faithless
Faint..
Goodbye