we kill eachother and then some

i tell you how
cute you are
you smile at me
and then i turn around

you stabbed me in the back
and i cried out
one too many times
they tell me your gone
and now im left alone...

we both want something we can't have
and we can't trust anybody
without holding eachother's hand

tell me something
why must we fight and argue
when their blood is on our hands?