Here's to the man who gives to the poor
With a hole in his pride you know, he only wants to give more
Here's to the man who feels for the weak
The moral of this story is, You can never have too much, too late
Perhaps I need you
More than I appreciate you
Perhaps I need you
More than I appreciate you
We all feel a little danger
When there's something in the air
We all feel a little something
When there's nothing to care about
Perhaps I need you
More than you need me
Here's to the man who deals with his life
Who is not insecure and will, always try to do right
Here's to the man who feels for the weak
The moral of this story is, You can never have too much, too late
Perhaps I need you
More than I appreciate you
I don't know why I enrage you like I do
You continuosly break my heart, becuase you say I dont understand you
We all feel a little danger
When there's something in the air
We all feel a little hunger
When there's something to care about
Saying Something
Saying Nothing
You will be a little quieter with a gun in your mouth
I am facing north and you're still facing south
Perhaps I need you
More than you need me
Fuck all your pride for the bigger picture
Until you blow one day its all going to hit you
Saying Something
Saying Nothing
You will be a little quieter with a gun in your mouth
I am facing north and you're still facing south
Perhaps I need you
More than you need me