The lover held her love She begged him not to go The fighter wrapped his gloves The fighter said I know, I know, I know Just this one last time I swear you'll still be mine But he can't promise much He goes for one last touch One last touch
Maybe we were meant to be lonely, lonely Maybe we were meant to be on our own Loneliness has always been with me, with me But maybe we don't have to be all alone
The fighter goes inside The doubt is creeping in He swings with all his might At all that might have been And she's in love with him But lovers don't always win He never even saw the swing She calls out his name, calls his name
Maybe we were meant to be lonely, lonely Maybe we were meant to be on our own Loneliness has always been with me, with me But maybe we don't have to be all alone
What breaks your bones Is not the load you're carrying What breaks you down Is all in how you carry
The lover held her love She begged him not to go She unwrapped his gloves The lover said I know, I know, I know Kissed his trembling lips She touched his fingertips But somehow they both know He's not coming home, coming home
Loneliness has always been with me, with me Maybe we were meant to be on our own But I got to try or it will destroy me Cause maybe we don't have to be all alone
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