lyssa

it's late

by your window

a story ends

two flames

broken fingers

and false pretence

so here we stand in the arms of fate

here we stand ten years too late

and i can hear you call for my loveless arms

see my love

i did escape you

i broke the lock

and i trained my heart to hate you

i carved it into rock

but i can hear you call for my loveless arms

and i still see you fall as i run so fast

so here we stand in the arms of fate

here we stand ten years too late

well i am not a bow and arrow

or a slingshot at your side

so please don't

don't try and use me

to make others treat you kind