She told him she was sick of it

Sick of what?

Sick of this.

He said he was tired of it

Tired of what?

Tired of this.

So many things to have gone wrong

But so many things so right

So much love but so much hate

So many sleepless nights

So many fruitless fights

But so much feeling

So much love

Two hearts so fused, so conFused

Two hearts ripped a-part

Like conjoined twins

One heart takes so much that the other cannot beat alone

Cannot be alone.