They say love is a battlefield
And I guess that’s true
Both when there’s too much love
And when there’s none left in the room
But which side do I choose
For I come from both sides
Some days I defend the left
Some days I defend the right
They still battle on with me in sight
I don’t want to see the bridges burnt
I don’t want to see the castles torn
But here I am, worn
They use their love as swords
Money as defense
Do they know they fight at my expense
My tears will build a moat
And a river so I can float
For I have no legs to stand on
When I wave goodbye
Both sides will realize
If I stayed to fight their fight, I would die

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