Many times have I tendered my tender heart,
And it was never cared for tenderly.
If I must let loose of my tender heart again,
If I must let go of my pretty little fears again,
It will be for that someone,
And you are her.
You're inferred to be my joy giver,
The one that doesn't bring me pain.
You're inferred to be my pride and my bride,
The one that never brings us shame.
You are the one whose lies I want to hear.
If there is anyone I want to try this with,
You're unquestionably the anyone.
You're doubtlessly her.
You're the one who swings my mood,
The person who takes away my doubts.
You're my mood swing,
Easy for you to take away my sadness,
Too easy for you to do it with a smile.
You're her…