Both of us yawning from a lack of sleep
Both of us know that we're in too deep
I never thought it would end this way
With a lack of feeling and nothing to say
I thought it would end by our own design
But we seem to have run out of time
All this time waiting for warm air
It's still cold and we aren't anywhere
It's not that we don't love each other
It doesn't seem to be the trouble
Maybe that is what scares me more
Love has now become a chore
Love, it doesn't conquer all
It is conquered, it takes a fall
Both so tired, almost dead
I'd like to hit you, smash your head
But it isn't worth the trouble
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