Gifts And Curses

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 ...

(by Yellowcard)