IRC-Galleria

Our battles are repetitious
if not broken poetry
And maybe that's the attraction
that you're as self-absorbed as me

You jumped to the conclusion and landed on my chest
Now how am I supposed to make you see

I'll just write this down with hopes that you'll understand
I will no longer be disciplined by the frustrations of an insecure man
And while I kissed your face you'll know that I will no longer apologize for your former lovers' mistakes

My past is mine to keep
Now who are you to question me
Perhaps, someday you'll learn
too bad it's not our turn

(Maria Mena - Our Battles)