Its a strange thing,
The thing called fighting!
How something so small,
Can turn into something so big,
How the best of friends,
Can become the worst of enemies!
How something so clear,
Becomes to confusing.
Its a strange thing,
The thing called fighting!
How one innocent question,
Can become so offensive.
How it takes two to tango it,
Can also take two to fight.
How someone who seems so brave,
Can always be the marter.
Its a strange thing,
The thing called fighting!
How quickly it,
Can happen.
How we block out the parts,
That make us look bad.
How we leave out the parts,
Where we weren\'t the victims...
Its a strange thing,
The thing called fighting,
How the strangest thing,
Is the thing called making-up...
