I’m sorry for loving you.
For everything that I thought to do.
I’m hurting for loving you.
For everything that I made it’s true.
Within my humble art
Is my beating heart
My life fell apart
Where I hit restart
I paid the price
Just by being nice
I live in isolation
Without love as consolation
You’re my guiding light
Hidden from my sight
I’ve been set aside
Hurting this lion’s pride
You’re the light against my darkness
You’re the treasure of my dreams
You’re the truth against their lies
You’re the love against their hate
You’re the balm against my hurt
(Soft spoken part):
Do you get the picture now? Now? How about now?
Back to the top for another run-through.
“How About Now?”