The battle's in your hands now, but I would lay my armor down if you'd say you'd rather love than fight.

I wish I didn't care so much.

I wish we'd just go back to how we were in the past.

Maybe that's impossible, but I'm getting really sick of your attitude.

Stop it with this pettiness already, will you?

If I did something wrong, tell me.

Stop giving me the cold shoulder, like how you do to them.

Because,

we weren't like this before.