There are always two side of a story,
two sides of a coin,
and two sides of a person.

So I ask you,
How can you expect your love to last
if it is only one-sided?

Fire can only spark.
Tongues are only held.
Fences are built high,
and secrets kept shelled.

Nothing ignites.
Words left unsaid.
Unbroken walls.
This love is dead.

So I ask you again,
How can you expect your love to last
if it is only one-sided?