In Brief War

So your promise to live expired
Got old before your lips went dry and I fel the breeze inside to caress
What's left the open fire
The truth
The trust
The faith took part but cannot stay
Still we felt cold
Freezing flames of this funeral pyre
Dead desire

Built to brake down, made to wither away
Come along too
For the last time very little of me wants to surrender in brief war

Despite the things I've said the crush no longer care
Beyond the smile I hate and the more I hate the more I think of you
The more I think of you