End of rope

Another day, another fight.
We both enjoy this endless struggle.
And, yes, we know that it`s not right,
But still can`t put aside war bugle.

Out troops run siege on other`s castle.
More cries and deaths among our men.
We far enough from all they hustle,
They shouldn`t know that was our plan.

To tear pieces from each other,
To cut more wounds on our skin,
To feel this hatred from another,
To strip our souls of everything.

But in this was we holding back,
Cause we don`t want any conclusion.
Attack, defend, retreat, attack,
It`s war for them, for us - illusion.

We holding rope, each from our side,
It`s binding us, cause we are one
And all this war it`s just a tide
Our feelings switching - moon and sun.

But i grow tired of this game,
You shouldn`t use that type of play,
Yes, we are one, but not the same,
So i should go and you should stay.

You took it all, was it enough?
No fears, no doubts, they left with hope.
Still life is precious. Need some love?
You`ll find it at loose end of rope.