When you break me and I bleed,
I’ll move away, I will concede.
When you close the door on pride,
I’ll douse the flame and stay inside.
No rhyme and no reason.
No crime in your lies,
But they live on and
Good things die.
No comfort in treason.
No way to regain.
I gave it all
For a touch of pain.
(1986)
Lyrics: Wicasta Lovelace
Music: Wicasta Lovelace
