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 And here we stand in the arms of fate And here we stand ten years too late And I can hear you call for my loveless arms 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