Bent
Once more I'm at a low within myself
I can make believe to deal
Too late to turn back
Complaining "the passion's gone" are words that define wasted time
Shot down by inquiring eyes that can't disguise

Rehearsing the words they long to hear
Still I can't lie it rips inside; bang, you're dead
Do you feel for me like I think you do?
Give me faith a new order to give me faith