HURT Rapture

In the life of the wrong a love lingered on, Love lingered on to frustration. And if our love is so wrong, what should we do alone Or am I just a picture in a photograph Why are we stuck in this pantomime fearing a god who died One who would not deny lovers And I don t care what they say, if what you need is your faith, Then take a look at my face and know That till your rapture falls to pieces Until your rapture falls to pieces Find in me the room to breathe, Simple things like suffering Life had go