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Each heavy sigh rings out like gunshots As the tension escalates Who needs a fucking balaclava When tears will streak and hide your face The daggers in your eyes are tipped with the venom Spilling from the corners of your mouth Held hostage by the promises of violence You keep making to yourself But I will not negotiate... These demands are far too taxing and I will make no concessions When I'm always met with indignation coupled with advances and aggression Broken hearts and wounded egos can't be fixed with first aid kits Tired of always mending fences time for once we burned a bridge The sweetest kiss is followed shortly with aftertastes of sour grapes Hopeless romance now turned helpless for casualties of casual sex Delivered here for scar showcases show me yours I'll show you mine Delivers us from past misgivings What follows? We step back in line. Jaded. Hurt. Never naked, fearing our scars will be seen. Aus Songtexte Mania