Draw your weapon, I’ll lay my gun down
Aim it high, I don’t wanna’ stick around
Because we’ve fought so long my tongue was bruised
Take care sour winner; your lies are so abused
Guide my eyes to the rising tide
Because if I die this way I wanna’ die to a pretty sight
We said pull the trigger after whole five strides
But at one step the hammer fell, you hit me between the eyes
Turn the key and you disappear
But you lay in ghosts of fear
In my mirror as I drive away
It was so sad to see you go
But I wanna’ watch you float to shore
So I can throw you back in the sea
Yeah we fight, fight, fight like dogs
I was crying while you were panting your tumbleweed lungs
With hate in your eyes and blood on your finger tips,
You were tearing at my throat, with your crimson stained lips
Why (Why)
Must we be strangers all the time?
The pain gets so bad I can’t sleep at nights,
And I wanna’ be 13 under morning skies
Stealing bread for the thrill not to get by
Now we fight for the pain not the alibis
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