What does fighting do
To those you love
But bring more pain and anger
Along with the emptiness of being alone.
Why do we fight
With those we love
Whom we would do anything for
When all it does is make them cry more.
I'm tired of all the fighting
I'm tired of the pain
I'm tired of all the anger
And the way it all makes my eyes rain.
When will it stop
Where will it end
Even with a friend
The fighting never goes away.
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