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SHOULDER TO LEAN ON

Most times I’m the most strong I’m the rock the spot you get support from
Mostly cope with hopes that’s been rolled on
And when you’re low you know that you can hold on me
In a heartbeat I can be there the fears and tears you cry I’m by your side so dry your eyes
And let me provide peace of mind in time I know you’ll be fine
And if it’s heartbreak I can take some off your plate replace the lies and hate with smiles of faith
You fall deep I could fall with you. The dark is a familiar place you’re lost I can help you escape
It was my fate (pain) so that I can relate
Now when I can’t even stand I can handle the weight
I’ll be your shoulder for as long as I can but where’s the shoulder for my shoulder when I can’t

I will be the one you can count on the most
When the road is dark you know I’ll bare the load
You never see the days when I fall down to my knees
None of you will know that sometimes I need a shoulder to lean on

Sometimes it’s really hard to be this invincible figure you figure me to be
Cause I can feel the pain and when I’m cut I bleed mostly inside but lord knows I cry
I don’t lie I just keep it bottled inside I meet your eyes with a smile
and you think I’m lion but I’m alive cause I can feel like you can feel with emotions
still though it don’t show it’s real.
Conceal when my heart cries fall apart in the dark at the spot where my thoughts lie
I thought I was as strong as they come, I thought I was numb
my thoughts send my heart over run as I wonder
Can I make it through and is the one coming soon that’s gonna hold me console me
Or was this something meant to be and a shoulder for a shoulder wasn’t meant for me

I will be the one you can count on the most
When the road is dark you know I’ll bare the load
You never see the days when I fall down to my knees
None of you will know that sometimes I need a shoulder to lean on

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