Denunciations, ambiguous mysteries hidden within the heart, but when the trauma stops, seems like that's when the real pain starts, pushing your heart through the mud, like grocery store carts, when we were done, that's when the drama started. Carted off the field from the battlefield, how long will it take for us to heal, love is a battle, better yet a war that's is never won, unless we forgive and learn, guess we got in the "write" car and took the wrong turn, before Usher confessed, we let it burn
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