You were standing in line
To say those words to him
You love him so much it’s hurts
He is an illusion
He will disappoint you in the end
Please don’t hurt him anymore
His wounds run deeper than your desire
His wounds run deeper than your desire
His wounds run deeper than your desire
He is just human
He really can’t fly
I’m sure you mean it well
But he just can’t live up
To your expectations
Please don’t hurt him anymore
His wounds run deeper than your desire
His wounds run deeper than your desire
His wounds run deeper than your desire
Marry him, divorce him
In the end you will leave
He becomes a pretty face who sings
No matter how hard he tries
He just can’t live up to your expectations
Please don’t hurt him anymore
His wounds run deeper than your desire
His wounds run deeper than your desire
His wounds run deeper than your desire
I wrote this a while ago, and I remember the mood I was in, and who I was thinking about. There is a thing about every song and poem I write, there is always a face to them, sometimes it just a feeling, and sometimes it is about one of the persons in my book, but most of the time there is a real face behind the words.
