The Forever Fight

The pillow's soaked from blood and tears
He's dressing with no doubts or fears

She's curled to the side still sobbing
Standing up, his knuckles are throbbing

Walking to the door he takes a final glance
He's smiling knowing she had no chance

She's sitting up knowing she can't ever tell
She thinks its her fault, that she's going to hell

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