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by spirit May 20, 2008 category : Love, romance / lasting love
Standing in this dark room Sweeping up the broken pieces Of my heart with a broom. Why does every look on the out And not the in Some dont care who you are They just want to win. But here you are, my hero You dont care to win You dont care if Im a zero. I dont know why But I believe you That youll always be there To cheer me when Im blue. I believe you when you say; I love you. I do think this will last So I feel safe to admit: I love you too.