Help me... but why should you?
You dont’ know the things I do...
SOS, this broken ship is sinking
But what if you knew the way that I am thinking?
If beaten and bruised this very day
Would you leave me alone or would you stay...
The thing I wish that I had more
Is a love that loves for who you are...
Not to love just the beautiful days,
But when the skies bring cloudy greys
When happiness is a thing passed by
When you say one thing then tell a lie
When trust is dragged through the mud
When you don’t notice the things I’ve done
If accidents bring disfigured forms
I pray for love and not for scorn
For this is what I’m searching for
The ways there are to love you more
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