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she tells me that she loves me,

then hits me in the face

she moves my way to hug me

i feel like a disgrace

six months we have a baby

in time ill know for sure

uncertaintys that cloud my mind

and make my thoughts obscure

i wonder why shes with me

could it be for whats inside

what posseses her to hit me

and crucify my pride

not the pride that makes me stand alone

nor the pride that makes me strong

but the kind that make me proud of who

ive been in love with all along