I fought for love, I fought so hard.
Look at me, I’m so scarred, but I never got to taste it
I hit and I clawed and I stabbed and I killed,
But all that time was wasted.
And now these scars, they won’t go away.
They stay, forever part of my ugly face.
And I pray that I could forget what made me this way.
Cuz love made me this way,
Not the real thing, but it cheap imitation.
Like I paid for a Rembrandt, but got a Salvation
Army poster print in a broken frame with stains on it.
But you get what you give, I suppose,
And I fought for love like this was a war,
So it’s no surprise that what I got back
Was broken trust and a heart attack. 

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