My hands have become fists
my anger has a home in you
I gave up everything it's true
my hands have become fists
my eyes are rimmed with tears
I know it should be no surprise
That I'm the one to compromise
my eyes are rimmed with tears
my heart is slowly dying
my love for you eats it away
tormented and in pain
my heart is slowly dying
but then you hold me in your arms
you whisper in my ear
those sweet words I need to hear
"I'm Sorry"
And I know I love you still
As I always will
And I know you love me too
Because this is what we do
And then you hold me in your arms
Reason for writing:
Because it's what we do.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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