- I hurt you a lot, I make you cry.
I fight with no reason, sometimes
make no worth a try.
I make a mess, I get things screw;
but one thing is sure that I love you.


- You hurt, I heal;
I cry, you thrill.
You fight, I refuse
I take the blame that you held me
accuse.
You mess my mood, and screw my
feelings.
Yet no grudges I bore,
Cause the fact that lies is I love you
more.

~More~

- PeachyJin