We’ve made our own war
A baron battlefield
That shook us to our core
You were my enemy and shield

Amongst the undeniable chaos
We find our sights locked
Nobody able to afford a loss
A battle judged by the clock

Soon enough it becomes too much
But even as I aim with an empty mag
I will go down with this ship, I won’t put my hands up
Above my door there will be no white flag

I’m in love, even if he loves her
I won’t put my hands up…and surrender