Who gives,
And who is it that chooses,
Why when we fight
Is it me that ends up with the bruises.
Doesn't seem fair,
To think you claiming love,
Will clear the air.
Its not like you're something spectacular.
Second hand,
Brand new, same old you.
Same song and it sounds worse
When you return.
Why didn't I learn from the first burn?
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