Wow, just think about it,
All those tears...

We have our aguements, and we sometimes fight,
Both of us know were the one that is right...

It doesn't matter if you're wrong or right,
It doesn't matter if you're black or white...

It takes two to tango, two to fight,
It takes two to hold each other tight...

I am broken into a million little pieces,
And I'm badly ducked taped together...

No one really gets it, they just don't understand,
Nothing went the way it should, nothing went like...

She sits and thinks about the meaning of life,
She can't even feel her wrist touching the knife...

Camouflage at its very best, its peak,
What you see is just a blond little freak...

Lack of inspiration,
lack of things to wright...

Let the water fall, let it rain,
Come and wash away the pain...

Don't tell me I'm strange,
I hate the tone you use...

Your try to fix it all,
you try to fix whats already broken...