Now I know we said things, did things
That we didn't mean
And we fall back into the same patterns
Same routine
But your temper's just as bad as mine is
You're the same as me
Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk
Told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball
Next time I'm pissed I'll aim my fistat the dry wall
Next time
There will be no next time
I apologize
Even though I know it's lies
I'm tired of the games
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