If my words are so strong, if they are so wonderful, why can't they cure the ill
Why can't they make you better
If you admire them so why cant you be you
Actions aren't you, drunk is not you, high is not you
You are a man who loves music, who plays guitar in his sleep
Who make me smile and say honestly I love you
Who brought a twinkle in my eye and made me happy
Who is someone I want to hold me when I feel bad, and nobody ells comes to mind
A friend with a sweet voice, sweet words, and beautiful eyes
That holds so much passion
You're not the mistakes
Or the bad memories
You'e only trapped because you believe it so
IN my eyes you could be free, you could be happy with no worries but simple ones
