When time is slipping, the strained are annoyed.

And the desperate and the waiting are devoid of the pointlessness.

When taunts are forgiven and silence is placed.

It won't last long, it won't last long.

It's over and over.

And won't start again.

It's broken and broken.

And won't heal again.

With hollow and sultry mention of

What was lost in the fire.

I won't ask again.

I'm tired.

And my passion for you is gone.

It won't last a second under your

Demented scolding.