I remember that warm summer night
we had our first fight.
At a certain time I thought we were over.
No, we just weren't sober.

For the first time I felt how it feels to want to kill you.
for the very first time I had a clue
But I really hated the feeling afterwards.
the way I felt...I have no words.

I felt every piece of me break down
as you walked away with a frown.
Was it necessary to start a war between us?
Does conflict effect our trust?

Sometimes I wished we knew how to understand...