The time slips away...and life is still the same
Nothing much has changed except...
For the feel of that old flame
...It turns into ashes that now make no sense
You walk away and leave me...
cold and weak...
I can hear peoples voices telling me where I went wrong
I hate that I could trust you...
"No Pain No Game" is all you said
Now all that is left is the hopes of one little heart...
The heat of that passion fades away...
And the lonely cold comes to take its lovely place...
In this old bruised heart of
...Mine
