Now I know we said things, did things, that we didn't mean; and we fall back into the same pattern, the same routine. But your temper's just as bad as mine is; you're the same as me. When it comes to love you're just as blinded. Baby, please come back. It wasn't you, baby it was me. Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems. Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano. All I know is I love you too much to walk away though. Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk. Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault; look me in the eyeball. Next time I'm pissed I'll lay my fist at the drywall. Next time, there will be no next time. I apologize even though I know I lied. I'm tired of the games, I just want her back. I know I'm a liar; If she ever tries to fucking leave again, imma tie her to this bed and set this house on fire.

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