Love Lost

This is a history of a clot of tragedy, a tide of dedication.

My name was passion, her was apathy.
Both were born covered in blood, sons of true love.
My dreams were awakened by a false hope, a hope that i haven´t lost.
I spill my tears for an uncertain moment.
All her lies were my scars, now i'm sheltered of pain.
I waited for a reply, a reply that never came.
My common sense was the witness of all she was doing to me.
She deserve nothing, she will have less.
I went to hell, now im back.
I'm not dead yet, you're a love lost.