What do you do
When someone will say...
The fear I fear
is death, my son...
Tell me all the ways you love me
and how to me you would stay true...
Tell me all the ways you love me
and how to me you would stay true...
A lot of things hurt
the pain wont go away...
The fear I fear
is death, my son...
What do you do
When someone will say...
You leaned over and kissed me
I felt my knees go weak...
Boy: Do you realize how much I love you? |
New poem: "Tell Me (Maybe)" |
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