Love has hurt in spurts but when I look into your eyes, the old me would despise me…
Cause now I hold a sweet love, nothing bitter about it.
Thinkin back on attacks my heart has taken—have felt it breakin—
And you are my fix it man
My Mr. Fix It can and has mended me…
Was that your plan? Strongly doubt it…
But my man is God’s child and had a greater plan in mind, found me one of a kind and—
I was scared but…you still cared and—
Now we may just share a love stamped by the very hand of destiny…could it be?
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