The Dust Has Only Just Begun To Fall

On the first page of our story
the future seemed so bright
Then the saint turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised

Even angels have their wicked schemes
and you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
even though you've lost your mind

Now there's gravel in our voices
glass is shattered from the fight
In this tug of war you always win
even when I'm right

'Cos you feed me fables from your head
with violent words and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles
are what keeps me satisfied

So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave
'till the wars are going up
in smoke with all our memories
-Skylar Grey

Sounds like a marriage I once knew