I don't know you,
But I know the lies you tell...
How you've tried to drag her,
Into your own private hell...

I don't know you,
But its easy to see...
That you may never,
Accept she can be happy...

I don't know you,
But I readily know...
You're at your best,
Throwing low blows...

I don't know you,
But that's ok...
I just feel sorry,
That you act that way...

I don't know you,
But I know what's right...
You need to quit picking,
Such childish fights...

I don't know you,
But please stop this strife...
Quit throwing stones,
And lead your own life...

the truth forced a story that only he and she knows
the struggles and ultimate fights that occur regularly
they seem never content without a little disagreement.
they both craved love ,
although both seem to be lusting for different desires
with different flavors,
and different types of taste.
inescapable turmoil
only to be under the sheets of the same bed every night.