by Marsha Blue

I promised myself no more stupid fights
no more going to bed with out saying good night
you it seems I cant get away from
you look at me like I do all wrong
you fight me on the things that I say
just crazy things sometimes anyway
and we fall asleep with out words
maybe it isn't me
maybe it is not she
but you feel so right to me.

I think I am fighting something that wasn't meant to be won
maybe we ignored all the signs when we begun
but I swear she felt so right to me
after that night she doesn't see me as before
I don't think she sees me as true
I wish she would look at me again.

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