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All of that for what?

The passion, the pain,

A second goes by,

It's over again.

It touches the lips,

It gets to the brain,

It runs through the blood,

Pulsing through veins,

It touches the lips,

It does what it wants,

It's all gone away,

But the memory haunts,

It touches the lips,

Now what's going on?

The sounds fill the head,

It all seems so wrong,

It touches the lips,

It all seems so right,

It fills up the body,

It clenches it tight,

It touches the lips,

But it's time for the end,

But now no more than a slave,

The body must bend,

It touches the lips,

Get away, run away,

Enough is enough,

There's naught left to say,

It touches the lips,

The feelings all fade,

The guilt, the confusion,

They all go away,

It touches the lips,

The room is blur,

The body gives up,

Now flat on the floor,

Morning reaches the eyes,

The lips still sting,

The body still aches,

But forgets everything,

All of that for what?

The passion the pain,

A second goes by,

And it's over again