One could be a knight in shining armour out to save me
Dragging me out half alive, bleeding, rescuing me
To then gently stab me, ever so often, in random acts
Who am I to judge such actions, I could just be the same
I could be your knight in shining armour out to save you
Drag you out half dead, bled out, failed at hoping a rescue
To then save another, in turn just stab you unknowingly
The ones who speak of distinction and uniqueness are still the same
They are sometimes the knight, sometimes the night
One saves you from the dragons that life throws your way
To then engulf you in their darkness, break you in dismay
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