Once more I'm at a low within myself.
I can make believe to deal.
Too late to turn back.
Complaining "the pa**ion's gone" are words that define wasted time.
Shot down by inquiring eyes that can't disguise.
Rehearsing the words they long to hear
Still I can't lie it rips inside; bang, you're dead.
Do you feel for me like I think you do?
Give me faith a new order to give me faith