I love you.
I can never hold your hands for long enough.
I'm dreaming again,
While awake in your imaginary arms.
I've been rubbed out again,
I've walked into the distance.
You said I was the broken man,
Explained to me what I do wrong.
Does it help to know I cry
that I'm not so like you believe.
Does it help to know I fall down,
that I'm not so strong,
and that I need you too...