Mary belongs to the words of a song.

I try to be strong for her, try 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), a villian I can't knock down.



I see your face with every punch I take,

and every bone I break, it's 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, it's all for you.

And my worst pains are words I cannot say,

Still I will always fight on for you. Fight on for you ...






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