This came off the very top of my head. I just wrote it as it came to me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Such fickle love: I'm sorry, I'm too weak to hold your hand tonight I just put up with another fist-fight I've taken jabs and cuts and not a single one missed my heart But as I thrusted my fists, I knew I was just flailing on my own in the dark Throwing a fit, won't help me get over the past, neither mine nor yours But I hope it'll help me to keep away from open doors One more song into this damn mess of pain, tears and helplessness I feed myself to my own distress Panting, sweating as we undress I feel you much deeper, in this time and I know as I am yours, you are mine I can't quite say that I feel fine as word over word, this plot untwines >>> from golden thread and barbed wire Blissful thoughts and sinful desire One more song, in too far And I deny just who we are as I seperate myself from you And we will carry on as we always do