Fighting With You
Sometimes I love it
Sometimes I hate it
I’m pretty use to it
What do you think of it?
You know something?
We yell, we scream
We say nasty ol’ things
To where we can’t even dream
Hurts so bad when we fight
I’m sure it feels like hell
So I set here and write,
Locked up in my little cell
When we fight we runaway
So I sit here and cry
Cut our wrists, don’t delay
Just sit and watch us die
We watch ourselves bleed
But yet we still fight
To stop is what we need
We need to make it right
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