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by Brittany Jul 16, 2009 category : Life, society / meaning of life
You attack me like I've run out of ammo The war now begins On the hilltops on our sides, this is where we divideA promise to me was made in vain A broken promise, you'll live in shame Cuts and bruises, we live on Till the day the war stops at dawn Smoke rises over the edge Bullets and bullets shoot past our heads You attack me I attack youTo be continued..