Two sides launch a fight,
It's never really black and white.
To my heart, I'd like to be true,
But I find that it's split it two.
One fights for love, love so good,
The other for logic, doing things like I should.
I feel the scratches, I feel the burns,
As each side violently takes their turn
To tell me why they should win,
For making them lose would be a sin.
I try to think things through but nothing works.
On either side, something hurts.
The side of love fights and it stings,
The side of logic tells me things
That I know are true and I know are right,
Yet my heart still puts up a fight.
A shot fired here and a bombshell there,
There's true conflic in the air.
But alls fair in love and war,
And both sides are keeping score.
Love over logic, or logic over love,
A decision I will never be certain of.
The war doesn't stop; on and on it fights,
For we can never truly tell who is wrong and who is right..