You’re like the Periodic Table and I’m an element still waiting to get discovered dear…
After six months he asked me “how I’m doing” I replied “fine” turning quickly the pages to hide the poetry my tears have written.
Let me conquer you like Alexander expected to conquer the world
I’ll keep you safe inside my arms like my beating heart
I won’t let no trouble come closer to you
I’ll take the bullet for you
And at night when you can’t fall asleep
I’ll press my lips against yours to remind you that I’ll always be here for you.
I can’t walk alone,
Give me a hand to hold on.