I Consider It My Best Work And Unlike Most Of My Songs Expressed A Fantasy Scenario Rather Than An Actual Experience...

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If love is a battlefield
Then someone always has to lose the fight
Sometimes the war can’t be won
And love has to stay in the darkest night

I’ve take too many bullets for this
To Still
Hold strong and true

But baby I’ll keep on fighting and fighting
For love
Even though I know there’s no way through

Because the enemies of love must be worn down over time
And sometimes they just still have more men than you do
We both know we can’t keep pretending things will be fine
And we know there’s only one thing for us to do
I’ll send a postcard, write a letter, wave a white flag
Cause our army’s completely fallen apart
They can start to fill the trenches and pack up the sand bags
And the wounds will heal over but they’ll still leave a scar

It’s time to say goodbye
Knowing that we’ll see each other again
We’ll turn and walk away
And though we can’t, we’ll still try to forget all the pain

I’ve been pounded by shots and shells
And now I
Can’t even sleep at night

Can’t bear to think of the things
That we’ve done
Cause if I do I’ll break down and cry

Because the enemies of love must be worn down over time
And sometimes they just still have more men than you do
We both know we can’t keep pretending things will be fine
And we know there’s only one thing for us to do
I’ll send a postcard, write a letter, wave a white flag
Cause our army’s completely fallen apart
They can start to fill the trenches and pack up the sand bags
And the wounds will heal over but they’ll still leave a scar

How the hell did we ever think we could win?
How the hell did we fool ourselves so well?
Love ain’t blind but it still blinded us from the truth
Now all we have is a sad story to tell

Because the enemies of love must be worn down over time
And sometimes they just still have more men than you do
We both know we can’t keep pretending things will be fine
And we know there’s only one thing for us to do
I’ll send a postcard, write a letter, wave a white flag
Cause our army’s completely fallen apart
They can start to fill the trenches and pack up the sand bags
And the wounds will heal over but they’ll still leave a scar

I’ll send a postcard, write a letter, wave a god damn flag
So they can see exactly where we are
We’ve gotta give up the fight while we still have our lives
And the wounds will heal over
The wounds will heal over
The wounds will heal over but they’ll still
Leave a scar
Lifaen Lifaen
18-21, M
1 Response Jul 15, 2010

I liked this, It seems so honest and there's no beating around the bush or no dressing up the truth. You should honestly be proud to call this your best work!!!;)