Eye to eye stand winners and losershurt by envycut by greedFace to face with their own disallusionsThe scars of old romances still on their sheet.And when blow by blow the passion diesSweet little deaths just have been lies.Some memories of gone by times will still recall the lines.The first cut won't hurt at allThe second only makes you wonder.The third will have you on your kneesYou start bleedingI start screaming.It's too latethe decision is made by fateTime to prove what forever should last.Whose feelings are so true as to stand the test?Whose demands are so strong as to parry all attacks?And when blow by blow the passion dies . . .The first cut won't hurt at all. . .The first cut won't hurt at all. . .The first cut won't hurt at all. . .