broken, shattered
the world's at an end
oh, maybe not-
we're just fighting again
but every time we fight,
it feels like it is-
i know that you're right,
but I still can't admit it.
i should just give up,
but instead you'll have to give in
or neither of us will sleep
'cause neither will bend
if I could agree with you
like you agree with me
if I could admit my mistakes
even when it wasn't me
then all of this would be easy
instead I can't- or won't-
and the end result
is that I just don't
if I could correct this fatal flaw
we could have worked all along
you don't deserve what I do to you
and I certainly don't deserve you
all I do is jerk you around
play with your mind
and break you down
i win all the fights-
even when I'm not right-
by making you feel like
you're my one and only
and in a way you are
because you are to me
everything I need you to be
if I could give to you
what you need from me
then all of this would be easy
instead it's a nightmare,
but don't get me wrong
you're what I've been looking for
all along.

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