I hurt all the time,
From these feelings inside,
Alone in the dark,
All I have is my pride.
Depressed, but not weak,
I fight street to street.
When I'm away from the fight,
I wish you could just hold me tight.
When I am back in your arms,
As I break down and cry,
Just hold me tight,
There'll be no more good byes.
The secrets I keep,
Forgetting the pain,
If only you knew,
The stress and the strain.
I search for a way out of my fighting hole,
Fighting it out,
Fulfilling my role.
I'll be in your arms,
No more momentary highs,
To gaze at your face,
And your pretty blue eyes.
No more fear in the night,
If you just hold me tight.
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