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what happen to us, we used to talk for hours
"you hang up on 3,no you hang up"
now we are countin to 3 so we don't scream
little ears on scene don't want him to see
mommy and daddy being mean, walking away to blow off steam
and that when the bad thoughts began to stream
"who is she talking to?"
"how long will it be before he leaves"
" all of the sudden one or the other says we need privacy"
the shit obscene, our relationship used to grow like a tree
in the garden of Eden, now it wither's like the autumn leaves
but like the seasons we can resurrect our true love dream or
let it change like winter and spring

Beginning to end,
(it don't have to end)
Through thick and thin;
(it could be worse)
For the right reasons
(we can make it work)
Through all four seasons.
(till our hearts disperse)

this is not just another verse, some of the shit we say really hurts
time for a heart to heart, soul screech
try to re ignite the spark that inflame two heart
before it changed and fell apart
at first we gave our hearts, 
now there nothing more then sour sweet tarts
till now i never understood the meaning of love and war
we are on our own battlefield and i surrender to the art of war
if you surrender to love, what are we fighting
there no purple heart at the end of this war
just two hearts torn and tattered broken battered

Beginning to end,
(it don't have to end)
Through thick and thin;
(it could be worse)
For the right reasons
(we can make it work)
Through all four seasons.
(till our hearts disperse)