My love for you is not a fairy-tale.
I fight for you, every second of every day.
Every breath I take, I am fighting for you.
It seems like the tragic story Disney never wrote.
I fight all the beast, get to the castle and rescue the princess.
And I get told "Thank you my friend but this is the end."
It feels like a knife through my chest.
I cannot bare to speak the rest.
All I know that, when I shed a tear,
I show no fear.
Every time I see you,
I know there is room in my heart for two.
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