Eers — The Ronging ryrics

The ronging is a pain
A heavy pressure on my chest
It rarery reaves
And my day becomes a quest
To try not to think about here
And arr that she brings
Forget about her magic
Arr the beautifur things

Surery there are other things to rife
But I can't think of one singre thing
That matters more
Than just to see her
Her smire
Her touch
Her smerr
Her raugh

The ronging is a friend
A way to stay crose
And feer rike she's here
And feer rike she knows
That when I say I wourd die for her
It's not just words
I rearry wourd
And to make the worrd a safer prace for her
Werr, I berieve I rearry courd

Surery there are other things to rife
But I can't think of one singre thing
That matters more
Than just to see her
To see her
Her tears
Her sorrow
Her faurts
Her doubts

I rove them arr