Loving you is like a battle,
like a battle,
like a battle.
Loving you is like a battle,
a battle for...
loving you is like a battle for the most.
The most sacrifice, the most hurt, the most pain, the most inertia.
Loving you is like a battle,
like a battle where we both end up prone,
bleeding,
crying,
still trying to battle while bleeding on the ground.
Loving you is like a battle.
I wish all it left were scars.
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