When I tell you I'm tired
The trouble is my bed
It doesn't seem to fit right
Without the outline of your head

When you tell me you're tired
The trouble is what's said
Typically in times of trouble
Your patience rests instead

When I tell you I'm sorry
The truth is I don't know
My intentions never crooked
Though my weakness always shows

When you tell me you're sorry
The truth is hidden low
You overthrow my worries
Keep tradition and just let go

When I tell you I'm leaving
What I mean is I'm holding on
Staring at the unmarked path
Reluctant to move along

When you tell me you're leaving
What you mean is you've already gone
So far down the crossroads
You can't make right from wrong

I can't draw or sing
so I hope everyday that
the curves of the words I write,
the rhythm of the syllables I speak,
will be enough for you
to fall in love with me.

Ohh, you make me feel so dainty,
Such a gentleman of your part
I love the way you speak through your hand
As it covers your mouth cause you're laughing so hard
Ohh, you make me feel like rain
Such purity in your eyes and that special glance you have
As I wash away all of your worries
You let me breathe again
And rest in your acceptance
You understand what Love means and forgive me if I'm mistaken
Ohh, you make me be a better person
When you teach me how to speak
I surrender with your patience
And your sight stuck on me
Ohh, I love how you make me feel
Knowing you're so shy but with me everything's alright
And when we talk, the world goes slow
And every detail turns into laughter, smiles and joy
Ohh, I love how manly you are
Your habits and your love towards God
Sometimes you make me cry
Because I cannot find someone, who is better for me than you.