Текст Frank Iero – No Love

No love for my love. No glance to steal
No thrill from my touch
It kills me to feel the ghost of what we once embraced

There’s no tell in your face, although I can tell

I know how all of this goes before the words come tumbling out
I’ve felt the pain that you gave in spades
But I’ll go to the end of the earth if it means I end up with you
I’ll cross the distance you aim to create

No love from your love. No kiss and tell
No fucks to give, love
Just one last farewell in the form of a fragile poem
That promptly turns to dust

I know how all of this goes before the words come tumbling out
I’ve felt the pain that you give in spades
But I’ll go to the end of the earth if it means I end up with you
I’ll cross the distance you aim to create framed as last goodbyes

Twenty four seven I hate my love for you

I know how all of this goes before the words come tumbling out
I’ve felt the pain that you give in spades
But I’ll go to the end of the earth if it means I end up with you
I’ll cross the distance you aim to create framed as a last goodbye