Where is the love that we couldn't ignore?
Where is the pain when you walk out the door?
It doesn't hurt like it used to before.
Where is the love that we couldn't ignore?
It doesn't kick like a pill anymore.
Where is the thrill at the end of our fights?
Where is the heat when we turn off the lights?
I just miss all the mess that we made when we
still have the passion to hate.
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