I stretched out my arms, and allowed your broken wings to become mine. The hurt, pain and emotions I'll carry for you, no need to hide behind a smile that many don't care about love. I got you, the Queen that will go to war for you. I'll stand fearless in the lions den for you, the weapon of true love will win this war of hardship. You're never weak because my strength is yours, forever more.
Kharisma
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Your Pain Is MIne
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Your Pain Is MIneI stretched out my arms, and allowed your broken wings to become mine. The hurt, pain and emotions I'll carry for you, no need to hide behind a smile that many don't care about love. I got you, the Queen that will go to war for you. I'll stand fearless in the lions den for you, the weapon of true love will win this war of hardship. You're never weak because my strength is yours, forever more. |
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