Wreckage, blood and love
Girl you sit between two loves in the days that meant to be carefree, one is an anarchist, anti-everything hurricane of a rebel who has seen it all before, the other who just keeps reducing you rubble and was cruel enough to say I don't to live because of you
Your cry in of someone hold close and comfort you, what you the rebel wraps his harms around you
But there is the fact you don't know where to go
You don't who to turn to
Your not sure who you can trust
It's wreckage, blood, and love
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