Eye to eye,
it's the winners and losers
are envy,
cut by greed
face to face with their own disillusioned
the scar of old romance is still on their sheets
and one blow by blow, the passion dies
with little death,
just half in life
memories are gone by time,
which will recall the lie,
the first cut won't hurt at all
only makes you wonder,
the third will have you on your knees
screaming
it's too late, the decisions 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 one blow by blow,
the passion dies with little death,
just half in life
memories are gone by time,
which will recall the lie,
the first cut won't hurt at all