We fight so aimlessly.
There’s no rhyme or rhythm,
But there’s always a purpose.
I used to write to you,
I was even a fool for you.
But hearts are so fragile,
And some feelings were never worthwhile.
We fight so aimlessly.
There’s no rhyme or rhythm,
But there’s always a purpose.
I used to write to you,
I was even a fool for you.
But hearts are so fragile,
And some feelings were never worthwhile.
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