All faith is truth
in hell we pay
and love turns to ash
in the hands of our own shame
there will always be a climax
and words in wich to sway
he needed words ment to live by
and in turn they made me fade
For never did I know so much
the words that I would say
would make me know for certian
that I really felt that way
it took forever to get there
and will never bleed away.
We used to say "it back"
trying to get the message through
without giving it away
But outloud he said " I love you"
and words are ment to pry
ment to tangle
ment to sting,
Sometimes you don't need a reason
but to know you feel the same.
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