Black and White
You were black, I was white. You were dark, I was light. When we were together We were a disaster. Yelling, screaming at each other, But no one would listen. Punches, slaps, kicks Nothing would make a difference. Breaking up, back together We were never meant to be together. Just like fire and ice. Counting every night, When are you going to bite? Let me give you an advice: Everything has a price Whatever you decide It's going to come back twice. Let me be more precise: You're going to suffer twice, Because it has two sides. Just like a dice. What you did in the future It was already saved on the computer. Erase it or not erase it, I can admit That you trying to restart Is tearing me apart. What we had was once, Twice is just nuts, because What we are is not in-laws. Stop trying to convince me Because that is not the key To the new me. The old me is lost, Between thought, I don't see any hope For the broken. Now, I am new, reborn Like you've never seen before, I am stronger now And I bow To the person who I owe.
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