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 graoud 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.