The bitterness in her voice allows us to sync and rejoice,
Since my cold past is parallel to her twisted lines of manipulative choice.
I tend to clinch my fist, not with the intentions too watch her flinch
I know my own strength, she can't weaken me with her nagging sense
The bottle represents a gun, the shots are quickly taken
Her love was mistaken, with affectionate lies and pure frustration.
"Accept Someone for Everything they Bring"
So I should "Accept" their insecure lashings? "Endure" their self centered suffering?
(I won't accept intentional pain)