You give me one arm, I want two.
You tell me your story, I listen to you.
I’m reaching, I’m reaching but you turn away.
You set this stage, you’re directing the play.
My character’s fixed, or so you say.
You’re letting me know when to start, when to stop.
But I can’t be just this for you.
I want more.
I want to set you free, I really do.
But I’ve been here before I know it’s all up to you.
I can’t be your life boat when the storm’s what I want.
I’m sick of the fear and the holding back.
I’m not afraid of losing my track.
I will wear my heart on my sleeve with a smile.
And that’s why I can’t be just this for you.
I want more. |
