The noise by A Royal Travesty
Sitting alone, on the phone
Trying to get through to you
I feel like a drone
Reapting the same things all over again
Love is a battleground
Full of heartache and sorrow
Love is a battlefield
With lots of fake promises of tomorrow
Home alone, contemplating our future
With you...My life is full of misery
I feel like i'm being used
Your excuses make no sense to me
Love is a battleground
Full of heartache and sorrow
Love is a battlefield
With lots of fake promises of tomorrow
Our love isn't true
It's full of heartache and sorrow
Love doesn't involve me or you
Keep your fake promises of tomorrow
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Be prepared for morbid sorrow.
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