What's worth the fight?

of battered lovers left high and dry
in past lives lived once near and far
of twisted love so broken and torn
that once was new and fresh when born

of hopeless ties that never cease
we keep them tied so tight, so near
becoming hatred, an empty room
while marching forward towards our doom

of lying whores who kiss, don't tell
and have you locked up in their spell
of manic ways, and panicked states
it's you who seems to choose this fate

of misery bound close to you
of something that was never true
of lustful, carnage tasty ways
accomplice to your own decay

what's worth it when you plan your day
what's worth the fight to make you stay?
cuz you keep on making same mistakes
and there's only so much a girl can take...