It's the win and lose it.
by envy,
cut by greed.
Face to face with their own disillusion,
the stars of old romances still on their sheets.
And when blow by blow,
the passion dies,
with little death just half in life,
and memories are gone by time,
but the recall the lie,
and the first cut won't hurt at all.
The second only makes you wonder,
the third will have you on your knees.
It's too late,
the decision's made by fate,
time to prove what forever should last,
whose
feelings are so true,
as to stand the test,
whose demands are so strong,
as to parry all
attacks.
And when blow by blow,
the passion dies,
with little death just half in life,
and memories are gone by time,
but the recall the lie,
and the first cut won't hurt at all.
The
second only makes you wonder,
the third will have you on your knees.