When my words stand against yours
I can see them adjusting their ties
Who the hell do you think you are
Letting innocence fight your wars

When my words stand in their best suits
Feeling they could conquer the world
They never thought they would fight wars
The wars between your mouth and mine

When my fine words start losing the fight
They will slowly undress and quietly cry
Every time when I thought you were mine
You insult my words, which are all dead now.

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