Spoils of War
Take me to a place where I wont know this pain
Everywhere I turn I see your face
Laughing at my naivete
I laid it all at your feet
Just for you to sting me with betrayal
Before you, I didnt think I could love again
I was numb from a world that has past
I thought I could start a new one with you
I thought this would be the one to stand the tests of time
But as time went on you waved your red flags
High and proud, spitting on everything we built
Tearing it down with your bare hands
Watching as the light in my eyes dimmed a little more each time
I gave you too much of me and you used it against me
So is it my fault or yours that I cant feel a thing anymore?
Who bares the title of winning this war?
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