Looks naive
Inside you, a knife
Sweet talker
Great listener
Loves to blow your own trumpet
Distracting others' attention
When there's an argument
You make it bigger
Bad blood spreads
The quarrels are endless
But suddenly my heart misses
I miss the voice
Miss the laughs
and "Hey! I'm sorry. It's my fault"
Then
The same thing keeps repeating
Friends Or Foe (by Fatehah)