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To Each Its Own
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Poems of a Liberty City Native Baby, things were not perfect to start,
But above all other, you have my heart.
Sweeetheart, yes, I have my highs and lows,
But I love you beyond what ity shows.
To each its own,
Nobody's perfect;
To each its own,
I won't hurt you anymore;
I know I was wrong,
But your love was worth it;
And it was all along,
Worth a man fighting for.
Baby, I see the tears in your eyes,
But I must apologize for those lies.
Honey, our future is at stake to last,
But it aint our problem, it belongs to our past.
To each its own,
Nobody's perfect;
To each its own,
I won't hurt you anymore;
I know I was wrong,
But your love was worth it;
And it was all along,
Worth a man fighting for.
