We write the music we want to hear. Plain and simple. It's just one of those things where something is personal to you and if someone else likes it, hey that's
Call me sap, Call me saint,
Call me what you will.
Call me a loser, call me a liar,
I'll still be right here.
You're gonna have to kill me,
to erase me from your mind,
cause I know that you can love me,
in this simple truth you'll find:
I can hear your cries a whole world over,
and they're screaming to me.
And I'll be right here with arms wide open,
to dry every last tear.
This is a promise to you,
the one girl that I love,
I would move a mountain for you,
pull the moon down from the skies above.
Cause I can hear your cries a whole world over,
and they're screaming to me,
and I'll be right there with arms wide open,
to dry every last tear.
