Now there's gravel in our voices Glasses shattered from the fight In this tug of war you always win Even when I'm right Cuz you feed me fables from your head With violent words and empty threats And it's sick that all these battles Are what keeps me satisfied
So maybe I'm a masochist I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave Till the walls are going up In smoke with all our memories
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