Why does love always feel like a battlefield? What are we fighting for ? Who are we fighting with? I thought you had my back. You and me against the world. What a change! It used to feel as though i were standing with an army when i was with you. Now its fighting me. Divided ? Obviously we’ll fall.
I guess i gotto know when to hold them cards, know when to fold em, know when to walk away , know when to run, yeah! You never count your money, when you’re sitting at the table, there’ll be time enough for counting when the dealing is done.
I need to know what to throw away, and what to keep to survive. Like how a single word can make a heart open, i might only have one match, but i can make an explosion. I’ve still got a lot of fight in me!
So I’ll turn my power on and be strong starting right now!