Slade Wilder
I'm sick and tired of fighting each other The lying, the crying, the calling your mother The calling of names, I'm bothered and smothered We kiss and make up, get under the covers A dangerous cycle I don't understand The kicking and screaming, the breaking of limbs I'll be damned if I see you with some other man If I cannot have you, then nobody can
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