Ignited by two unwanted stones, we charged straight for one another,
In a valiant battle, only we can describe, there you became my lover.
In not one but three drums beating, you marched right into my heart,
Afraid of no on-coming ambush, knowing that you could get hurt.
No trumpets or whistles did i hear you blow,to give me a warning sign.
No sooner had you begun fighting when I completely knew you were mine.
The battle roared on, they drew swords but you marched to the finish line,
Are you happy now that you have won? Listening to triumphant chimes.
What you hear is not blissful, there are no medals to be had.
Only a poor injured whisper, why couldn't you have been bad.
Now that you've reached your safe haven, is it what you thought it would be?
Could it be that its different?
You don't see yourself in me.