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When I walk, I want you to follow. Grab my arm, say that you love me. Say that you want to try. Say that you care about me more than anything else in the world.
But you won't, will you?
You'll sit and stare and -think- that, but never say it. And you'll cry, because it hurts.
Yes, it hurts. Of course it's painful.
But if I run, you'll not follow because you don't think that it is right. Because "us" being out of our lives is better for both the little confused kids that we are.
Well let me tell you. My life is a mess. My thoughts are tangled. And the only one who can comb them out is me. But I need support, just like everybody else. No one can go through life on their own. What are all the other people doing here if that is the case? That's why I need you.
We're meant to love, and I am glad, because if I didn't love you, I'd be lost. You know? You give me direction. Something to aim for, something to care for, something to hold on to. And if only I could touch you...
....my tears would be so pure. They'd be happy. But my tears now, are salty, salty from shattered hope, salty from frustration. Salty from hurt.
Blame shouldn't be passed, because I do not care who's fault it is, or was, or will be. It just doesn't matter to me.
What does matter, is you, is us. And I don't want to walk away. I won't walk away, because even if I try, I can't. And nor can you.
So where are we now?
We're lost.
We need to hold each other's hands and find our way together. Because, if we walk away from one another, we'll just lose ourselves more in the mist that surrounds us. And we'll not find the road and we'll not find our way. So when I walk away from the hurt and from the pain, I want to be holding your hand....
And never feel alone again.
When I walk...
But you won't, will you?
You'll sit and stare and -think- that, but never say it. And you'll cry, because it hurts.
Yes, it hurts. Of course it's painful.
But if I run, you'll not follow because you don't think that it is right. Because "us" being out of our lives is better for both the little confused kids that we are.
Well let me tell you. My life is a mess. My thoughts are tangled. And the only one who can comb them out is me. But I need support, just like everybody else. No one can go through life on their own. What are all the other people doing here if that is the case? That's why I need you.
We're meant to love, and I am glad, because if I didn't love you, I'd be lost. You know? You give me direction. Something to aim for, something to care for, something to hold on to. And if only I could touch you...
....my tears would be so pure. They'd be happy. But my tears now, are salty, salty from shattered hope, salty from frustration. Salty from hurt.
Blame shouldn't be passed, because I do not care who's fault it is, or was, or will be. It just doesn't matter to me.
What does matter, is you, is us. And I don't want to walk away. I won't walk away, because even if I try, I can't. And nor can you.
So where are we now?
We're lost.
We need to hold each other's hands and find our way together. Because, if we walk away from one another, we'll just lose ourselves more in the mist that surrounds us. And we'll not find the road and we'll not find our way. So when I walk away from the hurt and from the pain, I want to be holding your hand....
And never feel alone again.
When I walk...
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When I walk, I want you to follow. Grab my arm, say that you love me. Say that you want to try. Say that you care about me more than anything else in the world.
But you won't, will you?
You'll sit and stare and -think- that, but never say it. And you'll cry, because it hurts.
Yes, it hurts. Of course it's painful.
But if I run, you'll not follow because you don't think that it is right. Because "us" being out of our lives is better for both the little confused kids that we are.
Well let me tell you. My life is a mess. My thoughts are tangled. And the only one who can comb them out is me. But I need support, just like everybody else. No one can go through life on their own. What are all the other people doing here if that is the case? That's why I need you.
We're meant to love, and I am glad, because if I didn't love you, I'd be lost. You know? You give me direction. Something to aim for, something to care for, something to hold on to. And if only I could touch you...
....my tears would be so pure. They'd be happy. But my tears now, are salty, salty from shattered hope, salty from frustration. Salty from hurt.
Blame shouldn't be passed, because I do not care who's fault it is, or was, or will be. It just doesn't matter to me.
What does matter, is you, is us. And I don't want to walk away. I won't walk away, because even if I try, I can't. And nor can you.
So where are we now?
We're lost.
We need to hold each other's hands and find our way together. Because, if we walk away from one another, we'll just lose ourselves more in the mist that surrounds us. And we'll not find the road and we'll not find our way. So when I walk away from the hurt and from the pain, I want to be holding your hand....
And never feel alone again.
When I walk...
But you won't, will you?
You'll sit and stare and -think- that, but never say it. And you'll cry, because it hurts.
Yes, it hurts. Of course it's painful.
But if I run, you'll not follow because you don't think that it is right. Because "us" being out of our lives is better for both the little confused kids that we are.
Well let me tell you. My life is a mess. My thoughts are tangled. And the only one who can comb them out is me. But I need support, just like everybody else. No one can go through life on their own. What are all the other people doing here if that is the case? That's why I need you.
We're meant to love, and I am glad, because if I didn't love you, I'd be lost. You know? You give me direction. Something to aim for, something to care for, something to hold on to. And if only I could touch you...
....my tears would be so pure. They'd be happy. But my tears now, are salty, salty from shattered hope, salty from frustration. Salty from hurt.
Blame shouldn't be passed, because I do not care who's fault it is, or was, or will be. It just doesn't matter to me.
What does matter, is you, is us. And I don't want to walk away. I won't walk away, because even if I try, I can't. And nor can you.
So where are we now?
We're lost.
We need to hold each other's hands and find our way together. Because, if we walk away from one another, we'll just lose ourselves more in the mist that surrounds us. And we'll not find the road and we'll not find our way. So when I walk away from the hurt and from the pain, I want to be holding your hand....
And never feel alone again.
When I walk...