Grip

Pleasure leaves scars and pain

It's so hard to break your grip

It's on those lips the secrets lie

Where the truth was thin as ice

Memories of your face

Keep a bitter kind of taste

Hours pass and when things change

Another day is here

What we feel is felt inside

What we are must be denied

You may have seen this all before

But it's so different

When it's you it's happening to

You may have seen this all before

But it's so different

When it's you it's me it's you it's me it's you