Our Battles - Radio Edit - Maria Mena

Our battles are repetious

if not broken poetry

and maybe that´s the attraction

that you´re as self-absorbed as me

You jumped to the conclusion

and landed on my chest

Now how am I supposed to make you see.

I´ll just write this down

with hopes that you´ll understand

I can no longer be disciplined by

the frustration of an insecure man

And as I kiss your face you´ll know that

I can no longer apologize for

your former lover´s mistakes.

My past is mine to keep

Who are you to question me...?

Perhaps someday you´ll learn

Too bad

it´s not our turn

You jumped to the conclusion

and landed on my chest

Now how am I supposed to make you see.

I´ll just write this down

with hopes that you´ll understand

I can no longer be disciplined by

the frustration of an insecure man

And as I kiss your face you´ll know that

I can no longer apologize for

your former lover´s mistakes.