We both knew It would always end this way I know I'd hurt you, deserted you And now I see it clear I pulled you closer, tighter 'Cause I knew you'd disappear I just can't compromise, apologize There's nothing you can say It could have been much worse

From me to you This is just a little love song I just want to say I thank you For loving me like you do Yesterday my empty heart had nothin' to do But sit alone, and sanging the blues Who ever think, I change my tunes Well it was easy when I'm with you

I'm so hard done by One day you'll just up and quit Yeah that's awful close But that's not why Interesting and sophisticated Refusing to be celebrated It's a monumental big screen kiss It's so deep it's meaningless Yeah and that'll be it

I just need somebody to love. I need somebody, I-I need somebody, I don't need a whole lot but coming from you I admit I I don't need nothing else, I promise girl I swear. Oh oh for you I'd write a symphony! I'd tell the violins It's time to sink or swim

What words just can't convey Are not the same Don't give up, don't let the magic leave us Healed, or are you still just reeling? Are you fine? Have you found A way to escape? Are you there, just because I need you?

(Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone) Girl I'll be thinking about you worldwide, worldwide, worldwide Paris, London, Tokyo There's just one thing that I gotta do And I can hardly take another goodbye Babe, it won't be long You're the one that I'm

Just for one day We can be Heroes And you, you will be Queen I, I will be king Though nothing, will drive them away We can beat them, just for one day We can be heroes just for one day And you, you can be mean And I, I'll drink all the time

High hopes, when you let it go, go out and start again But it's not that easy High hopes, oh, when it all comes to an end And the world keeps spinning Broken bottles in the hotel lobby Seems to me like I'm just scared of never feeling it again I know

Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's

If I recover, will you take me back again? I'm just another, trying hard to fit right in But my photographs remind me of who I used to be If only I could go back when I, I was me "One step at a time", they say "One trip, and you're back that way" I don't