Is hard for me to say the things i want to say sometimes, there's no one here but you and me...and that broken old street light
Lock the doors, leave the world outside, and i'll got to give to you are these five words and i..
Thank you for loving me, for being my eyes when i couldn't see, for parting my lips when i couldn't breath.
Thank you for loving me.
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