We can try and talk, but the fighting always gets in the way
(The crying never stops, 'cause the fighting always gets in the way)
There's no need to clean it up, 'cause it's all running down the drain
(Everything is lost when it's all running down the drain)
We turn harmony into silence
Over love, the love, the love, the love
Which led harmlessly into violence
Over love, the love, the love, the love
Hearts will always break
They're fragile in design
— Again, by My Darkest Days

















