Every night feels like we\'re walking onto a battlefield
Where the fighting doesn\'t end until one of us yield
Every moment like a bomb waiting to explode
And once it goes off, without mercy we unload
Every word a projectile cutting through flesh
Old wounds reopened while others are fresh
Tears flowing like the blood from our injuries
Not much can be done even with endless apologies
At some point the suffering has to end
Someone has to step in and make amends
Wave the white flag, declare peace
Say their final goodbye then take their leave
From this war only the scars remain
Only the heartache, only the pain