At Least

We’ve always been known as stubborn 

That’s what I find delightful 
But I didn’t think you’d act this way
As a thought inside my head  

It’s always the same old pattern
Refusing to leave at times 
I try not to love the way
You come back to have a last word

A story for a couple of bookworms
But action makes us all fools
Impressions are hard to remove
At least we can say that we try

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