Tired of the FightMy mind not so happy as it once use to be. Happy and mellow thoughts all thrown into the sea.Tired of the Fight
Why wont you let me tend to my own? Just take the knife and cut me down to the bone.
Not in reality, but metaphorically of course. Use your words to cut me without thought of remorse.
You speak without thinking, its not your fault its your trait. I fell for the fight hook, line, sinker, and bait.
You blame it on me, I blame it on you. I’m tired of this fight, its over I’m through.
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