The fighting

Why do we fight?
and say things out of spite.
why must we do things,
that leave nasty stings.

we shout and scream,
say things we don't mean,
it seems so pointless,
wreaking our happiness.

i don't know why we must be like this,
fighting day and night,
every time your within sight,
i hate starting a fight.

don't fight me,
it's meant to be us against the world,
I'm the only one left fighting for you.
i hate that these arguments are about nothing new.
we've always been there before.

i want to survive,
i want to make it through
but i can't go on fighting like this with you!