another sentimental argument
and bitter love
fucked without a kiss again
and dragged it through the mud
yelling at brick walls and punching windows
made of stone
the worry rock has turned to dust
and fallen on our pride a knocked down dreagged out fight
fat lips and open wounds
another wasted Night
and no one will take the fall where do we go from here and what did you do with the directions promise me no dead end streets and
ill guarantee we'll have the road.
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