Fighting Words

Fighting Words

 

I burnt the photographs and if i could

I’d burn the memories too

I set a fire to the image i held

No longer am I a trophy to you.

I have packed all my bags

Cause I saw this coming, I saw this coming

Who’s that little girl now?

You took, you took from me

You leave your burning bridges

But I’ve got friends in low places.

Chorus:

You stole, you stole

My heart and soul

Your petty crimes are still criminal

And you know, you know

You’re no good for me at all

I walk away with the clothes on my back

Cause that’s all that is left

I’ve still got words on the tip of my tongue

but why would I waste my breath.

These are my fighting words, coming out

So you will understand

You hurt me bad, oh so bad

So take these words like a man.

You leave your burning bridges

but I’ve got friends in low places.

Chorus x2

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