Love, the Battlefield.

Fighting a losing battle Pushing against the wind. Mama always told me T'will be worth it in the end. Pressure building strong and more words cutting deep. Trying to prove the wrong on the reasoning that be. Lights fading, darkness falling Words spoken as a must, Problems jumping from behind that were swept along with dust. Approaching from a turn-style keeping both feet standing strong No doubt in my mind at all That this had gone on far too long! Reasoning aint easy Parting ways just breaking hearts Nothing can be justified So I guess the end did start. Love ending friendship breaking but who was all to blame was it you who never loved at all but loved love as a game?