I could see my arms wrapped around the world
But didnt seem to keep you inside
My arms were just another alternative
To you

How do you explain this kind of feeling?
Caring
Worrying about someone
All I want to do is to save him

I've heard one said,
"In order to care for another,
you must first want what they want,
feel what they feel,
and know what they need."

Maybe, I'm just too conceited, arrogant, rude, and ignorant
I caused so many chaos
An ego trip
A never ending debate
Can't seem to decide
Which side is right, which side is wrong
Yet, the arguments remain

Or maybe,
Maybe, the words that came from my mouth
are just another empty words that have no meaning
at all.