It's weird how it works for things inside your heart.
Weather they're close by, or even far apart.
I'll never hold you close enough, or squeeze you too tight,
if our arms have to stretch miles long, i'll hold on with all my might.
You're threaded through my insides, all the way out.
Weaved around my courage, and even worse, my doubt.
It's felt inside, but still hard to say,
i've put you deep down inside so that you'd stay.
So, my arms are stretched out, I won't let our love fade,
i'm not opposed to violence, i'll fight for you until love is made.
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