It's just a hold in his chest
And the innocence in his eyes
It's the small things on these nights
That make him cringe while he cries.
It's the pain he doesn't show
And the fake smile
We'll never know
If he'll be alright
It's me just
Trying to fill his chest
It's the pain
I want to see
It's this girl, called me
Who sits so low
Holding his hand
I won't let go
It's just us
Finding love
I'll be his princess
If he'll be my prince♥
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