Mary belongs to the words of a song. I try to be strong for her, try not to be wrong for her. But 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), a villian I can't knock down.
I see your face with every punch I take, and every bone I break, it's 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, the city lights shine for her, above them I cry for her. Everything'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, it's all for you. And my worst pains are words I cannot say, Still I will always fight on for you. Fight on for you ...