I fought last night
Begging Her to take me home
My pain reflected in Her eyes
She would not take my hand, yet
Begging Her to take me home
My pain reflected in Her eyes
She would not take my hand, yet
Like a knife biting deep
I writhed and called Her name
Known to me from long ago
When She offered Her hand
I writhed and called Her name
Known to me from long ago
When She offered Her hand
I lay there, contemplating
Why continue to fight?
Do I have it in me?
I look for Her hand
Why continue to fight?
Do I have it in me?
I look for Her hand
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