Only a gash so deep could leave me this broken in two.
Oh, how easily rendered in three, how easily I am tore
when eyes are opened and minds slowly become aware
of this battle they are fighting, and of who began this war...
blinded by a metamorphoses, affected rudely by apperception
love and hate become mixed as smiles transform into salty tears.
And the battle will rage on... because neither can, ever, win;
yes this battle rage on... just like it has for years
because neither can, ever, compare.. (or ever will they dare.)