Lyssa - Kyla La Grange

It's late

By your window, a story ends

Two flames, broken fingers

And false pretence

So here we stand in the arms of fate

Here we stand ten years too late

And I can hear you call for my loveless arms

See my love

I did escape you, I broke the lock

And I trained my heart to hate you

I carved it into rock

But I can hear you call for my loveless arms

And I still see you fall as I run so fast

So here we stand in the arms of fate

Here we stand ten years too late

Well I am not a bow and arrow

Or a slingshot at your side

So please don't, don't try and use me

To make others treat you kind