Dark Passenger I
Sometimes we argue,
And it tears me apart inside.
Sometime you laugh,
And I find myself laughing too.
Sometime I cry,
And you come to help me through.
You've been with me for so long,
And yet I hardly know you.
You've always given advice,
But what I don't know is who it serves,
Myself? Or...
Oh and one day, I know it to be true,
I'll follow that advice.
But even if I will have gone mad, I knew
That you would be with me,
For leaving is the one thing you can't do.
Sometimes when we fight
I want to bang your head against the wall.
And when I wake up with a concussion,
It's still just me and you.
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