Whole
Find you sleeping
In the morning light
Long nights
Broken fights
Skip through my head
The ugly words
We both said
Threw like weapons
The glass
We walk on
Cutting ourselves
Trying so hard to be
What we need
Coming up short
Enough is enough
Your heart
Battered
Is worth the world to me
Your eyes
Have seen
Too much
So much horror
And every step
You take
Down that broken road
You find me
Waiting at the end of it
You're never alone
As it seems
The games your mind
Plays on you
I'm never as far away
As you think I am
You're beautiful to me
But just a man
And I give you
All I can
So take my hand
Reach for me
In the dead of night
It's alright
Even when the sun goes out
And the rain
Won't stop
Don't ever say
It's too much
It's never too much
Keep me close
I'll keep you close
No on will ever know
Your secrets
And pain
Just lay it on me
And I will lay it on you
Two broken halves
FInally making a whole
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