She tells me everything
The hands they held
The walk around the park.
Everything they do
In light and dark.
We're really close...
And I'm always there for her
When she's crying. Hurt.
Comfort and sympathy's what she wants.
So I give all I have. Almost.
She knows I care...
Yes, I'm always there for her.
But she's got that move and I'v got this smile.
She's off my shoulder to his arms.
And, oh no, it makes me sick.
But she doesn't understand...
'Cos I'm always there for her.
Sometimes I feel foolish
Atimes flirt with regret of not aspiring for the wand of change
But, however, convinced of the noblty
I simply chose...
Not the hand that holds her.
I'll be her shoulder.
