You are not always right
As your claim to be
Sometimes the fight over nothing
Might not lead to great things
But may break everything
The silent might not be bad
But it is loud enough to numb your love
The pain is not too unbearable
Both physically and emotionally
You told me I was dead
But why does the pain erode me
As your claim to be
Sometimes the fight over nothing
Might not lead to great things
But may break everything
The silent might not be bad
But it is loud enough to numb your love
The pain is not too unbearable
Both physically and emotionally
You told me I was dead
But why does the pain erode me
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