If love is war and you are my soldier,
How come you didn't want to wage a fire that ignites your love towards me?
How come you just wanted to rest and be still while I want to fight for the love I want to deserve?
How come I'm just the one who ends up being wounded by the pebbles and bullets thrown by the world?
How come I am just the one who holds the spear to put an end to our foe?
How come when I'm panting to get some air
but you're just behind me trying to protect yourself?
How come you're the one who stabbed me in the back
while I was in great strength to uplift our memories and intimacy,
How come you got tired when all you did was watching me struggling in pain and maybe,
Just maybe I am your soldier but I was never yours.
