just a little

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Mary belongs, to the words of a song. I tried to be strong for her, tried not to be wrong for her. But she will not wait for me anymore, anymore. Why did i say all those things before? I was sure.

She is the one, but i have a purpose. She is the one, and i have to fight this. She is the one, villain i cant knock down.

I see your face with every punch i take, and every bone i break, its all for you. And my worst pains are words i cannot say. Still i will always, fight on for you.

Mary's alive, in the bright new york sky. The city lights shine for her, above them i cry for her. Everything's small on the ground below, down below. What if i fall then where would i go? Would she know?

She is the one, all that i wanted. She is the one, and i will be haunted. She is the one, this gift is my curse for now.

I see your face with every punch i take, and every bone i break, its all for you. And my worst pains are words i cannot say. Still i will always, fight on for you.

gifts and curses - yellowcard


exhausted my will at 2:37 PM