Stricken by Fate

Armored Saint

Composição de: Armored Saint
Damage to my head, peace stays in the bed 
Making love the only thing we can do 
Otherwise in our lives, all we do is fight 
Never stop enough to call a truce 
The only time that you find satisfaction is in our physical play 
You love me in the course of the evening but so bitter in the day 
Think you'd wipe the smudge, but just carry on the grudge 
Nothing gets forgiven from you 
Soon I'll lose the cure, and you'll thirst so much more 
Somebody fresh I wonder who 

Now I think it's time for me to walk straight out the door 
And leave you here 
But my pride hurts too much for that you 
Wouldn't even shed a tear 

Got to pack my bags, and leave behind the past 
Living with you was worse than hell 
Still I feel blue, and I wonder do you 
With the look on your face you could never tell 

Never thought I'd wish somebody death or I'd feel so much hate 
Hopefully you'll get what you deserve and be stricken by fate 
I hope that you, you get what you want 
That's right 
Ahhrrrghh!!!
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