Love is a war. I've never won. At best it ends in a truce. Of all the battles. I've ever fought. With ours? I kinda' liked the abuse. You pierced my heart. You left your mark. With you? I could not live without. Why'd you go astray? Why'd you run away? And leave me with this crippling doubt. My wound will heal. Just another scar. To join a patchwork across my chest. A reminder. Of what we once had now lost. My memories will persist. The dust will settle There will be another. To fill the hole you left within. I'll march back up To fight a war. I know I can never win.
