Truce - The Foreign Exchange, Tamisha Waden

I’m not a fighter anymore

Gun is empty but forgiveness takes a while

So many things I have adored

Like the sweetness, the completeness of her smile

I’ve gotta move on

Hard to believe it but I’ll tell you the truth

Lay down your weapon, let’s just call it a truce

White flags a-waving in the distance is true

Nobody wins so let’s just call it a truce

I’ve been a fighter to the core

So forgive me, there’s no need please don’t remind

Over the years tried to ignore

All the simple, simple things I’ve left behind

I’ve gotta move on

Tell me how it feels when you can’t go to sleep at night

Want to rest my head so instead I’m not gonna fight

I’m not gonna fight