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by Cheery Nov 20, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You cried for hours, Terrified of getting hurt, You tell me I can't protect you, Fore I will get the same. I care so much about you, I wish nothing to stand in our way, But every night I pray, and wish protection upon you. If you were to get hurt, The blame, placed on my shoulders If you were to cry, Id die a little inside. To see you like this, Destroys my life, For you to embrace this pain, You must put down the knife. It will soon be over, and no more,we will be mad, For this mess is nearly over, And we share the love we have.