You dont know what youre getting into,
Dont know what youre getting out of.
You can split a heart in two,
But you would spill out the love.
The one who loves you most,
Is the one who knows you best.
Whos hate is far from close,
And love is the rest.
Her heart is a battlefield,
And you are close to losing.
But then you get up and wield,
The weapon of not refusing.
As you thrust every enemy with all your might,
Eliminating all the problems of the past.
You look all around; You won the fight,
And now her heart can last.
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