We were like a pair of marches at first started aflame quick and bright yet we kept going even after we burned out
After the hurt
The ******* that wasn't done with each other
The angry words ***** ****  
The night of bruised knuckles and empty bottles
We kept going that's what was wrong with us we held on too tight
I shouldn't have gone back again
Holding on to tight sometimes cause wounds
These wounds they are never gonna close
He took me into the dark and he made me into nothing
Now he got what he wanted and then left
And I'm here violated and worth nothing anymore
Just another *****