He stands all alone staring into the night.
A heavy burden weighs upon his shoulders.
Never knowing that his saviour is standing beside him.
All he has to do is look down and take my hand.
I would follow him to the ends of the world if he asked, but he doesnt know.
He knows that I exist but not that I have feelings for him.
I am wearing my heart on my sleeve, and he is the only one that doesnt see it.
What does he have that I dont?
I can be a heartless bastard, too.
I just choose not to.
Why does he feel that he has to be used and abused?
To be alone to feel loved?
