“Where are you going” she asked as he left leaving the door ajar
she hoped it wasn’t a permanent act as he drove off in his car
they always reached this same place after a fall out, without fail
stupid arguments over petty, meaningless things ending in black mail
“you do this”, “you do that”, and that’s the last of us
“I’m not coming back”, “we’re over”, creating hurt and lots of fuss
If only we could stay strong and see how together we are great
instead of playing with each other’s feelings creating anger turning love into hate
