Your's?
You use to hold me tight
When tears fell from my eyes,
And say don't listen to them.
No matter what,
You were there through it all
when I needed a friend.
You were always
The person I would come running to,
When I was blue.
You siad no matter what
I would always be your's,
And that would never change.
Seeing my heart break
By the ones who left,
You would shake your head at them.
Each time saying
That they were the fool
For not sticking around.
You would promise me
That you would never leave,
Because saw what they did not.
So why do I feel,
Like the fool for believeing you
All those times?
What happened to us
Of all our time spent
And to I would always be your's?
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