She Calls This Love
We fight for days and hours and weeks
But still I wanna feel you
You lied through bloodshot eyes so weak
But you know that I can see the truth
And every day's a war
Keeping me blind but keep in mind I see
What lives inside these walls?
We fade to gray from what we used to be
We used to be
She calls this love
But I call it torture
I don't know why I waste my time
Writing this song for her
We played this game
Until I finally lost
I lived my mistakes
Traded tragedy with grace
But for what cost?
She calls this love
Quit twisting my words to make me feel wrong
And causing all this hertache
And I can't do this anymore
It's gone now, it's far too late
And every day's a war
I'm so sick and tired of the tears we cry in sleep
What are we fighting for?
We're fueling the fire of the sick desires
Set me free
Set me free
She calls this love
But I call it torture
I don't know why I waste my time
Writing this song for her
We played this game
Until I finally lost
I lived my mistakes
Traded tragedy with grace
But for what cost?
She calls this love
(Fine! You want me to leave? Then we're over!)
She calls this love
But I call it torture (I call it torture)
I don't know why I waste my time
Writing this song for her
We played this game
Until I finally lost
I lived my mistakes
Traded tragedy with grace
But for what cost?
She calls this love
But still I wanna feel you
You lied through bloodshot eyes so weak
But you know that I can see the truth
And every day's a war
Keeping me blind but keep in mind I see
What lives inside these walls?
We fade to gray from what we used to be
We used to be
She calls this love
But I call it torture
I don't know why I waste my time
Writing this song for her
We played this game
Until I finally lost
I lived my mistakes
Traded tragedy with grace
But for what cost?
She calls this love
Quit twisting my words to make me feel wrong
And causing all this hertache
And I can't do this anymore
It's gone now, it's far too late
And every day's a war
I'm so sick and tired of the tears we cry in sleep
What are we fighting for?
We're fueling the fire of the sick desires
Set me free
Set me free
She calls this love
But I call it torture
I don't know why I waste my time
Writing this song for her
We played this game
Until I finally lost
I lived my mistakes
Traded tragedy with grace
But for what cost?
She calls this love
(Fine! You want me to leave? Then we're over!)
She calls this love
But I call it torture (I call it torture)
I don't know why I waste my time
Writing this song for her
We played this game
Until I finally lost
I lived my mistakes
Traded tragedy with grace
But for what cost?
She calls this love
Credits
Writer(s): Lindsay Rimes, Reece John Philip Mastin
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