My But, But Always

We might Fight But it doesnt mean We will rend Instead i will hold you tight Somethings will be rough But it teach us to be tough Loving you was right With you days always bright You making me fell pretty Thankyou, because of you life gets easy. Making me smile is your hobby You always tease me chubby Im always a crybaby But also treating be your baby.

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