Gifts and curses

Mary belongs to the words of a song
I try to be strong for her
Try not to be wrong for her
She will not wait for me anymore, anymore
Why did I say all those things before I was sure

She is the one
But I have a purpose
She is the one
And I have to fight this
She is the one
The villain I can't knock down

I see your face with every punch I take
Every bone I break
Its all for you
And my worst pains are words I cannot say
Still I will always fight on for you

Mary's alive
In the bright New York sky
And the city lights shine for her
And above them, I cry for her Every thing's small on the ground below,
Down below
What if I fall then
Where would I go
Would she know

She is the one
All that I wanted
She is the one
And I will be haunted
She is the one
This gift is my curse for now...

I see your face with every punch I take
And every bone I break
Its all for you
And my worst pains are words I cannot say
Still I will always fight on for you

I see your face with every punch I take
And my worst pains are words I cannot say
Still I will always fight on for you
Fight on for you
Fight on for you