Some people talk... 
About passion and pain. 
Sometimes I wonder, 
If they are the same. 

And some people cry... 
Of passion and pain. 
Of promises spoken, 
That died in vain. 

Yet here I stand... 
Waiting for passion or pain. 
All alone in the night, 
But I'm not afraid. 

And some people talk... 
About passion and pain. 
Where heartache and happiness, 
Are but one in the same. 

Still I stand... 
Waiting for you. 
Praying for passion, 
Fearing the pain. 

Yet be it passion... 
Or be it pain. 
I'll still stand by, 
My promise made. 

I'll always love you... 
Even if you walk away. 
For my passion is stronger, 
Than any pain. 
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