I'm tired of the games




It's the rage that took over
It controls you both
So they say it's best
To go your separate ways

Right now there's a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can't breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight

Now I know we said things
Did things
That we didn't mean
And we fall back
Into the same patterns
Same routine
But your temper's just as bad
As mine is
You're the same as me
But when it comes to love
You're just as blinded

Maybe that's what happens
When a tornado meets a volcano

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