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 ...
