You open up and what you gain is another hole Reaching out for a hand and I know The fear of losing all the trust that it craves And feel that parts of you are never coming back I used to think that life was ugly and a mess Well I was right but what else

Passion is sometimes a fucked up thing for me I think I owe you an apology Somehow you bring the violence out in me I'm just a shell of what I used to be The little things you do Prey for me (Prey for me) I think I owe you an apology, (Prey for me) I'm

I used to say I and me, now it's us, now it's we. Ben, the two of us need look no more, We both found what we were looking for. With a friend to call my own, I'll never be alone, and you, my friend, will see, You've got a friend in me. Ben, you're always

What a difference a day made Twenty-four little hours Brought the sun and the flowers Where there used to be rain My yesterday was blue, dear Today I'm a part of you, dear My lonely nights are through, dear Since you said you were mine Lord, what a

I just wanna know what's on your mind I used to say I wanna die before I'm old But because of you I might think twice I need to know That when I fail you'll still be here 'Cause if you stick around, I'll sing you pretty sounds And we'll make money

Oh baby, you don't have to go I beg you all night, baby, you don't have to go Oh baby, what's gettin' wrong with you Oh baby, turn your lamp down low You don't treat me nothin' like you used to do Well, I gave you all of my money, let you go downtown You

I used to say I and me, now it's us, now it's we. Ben, the two of us need look no more, We both found what we were looking for. With a friend to call my own, I'll never be alone, and you, my friend, will see, You've got a friend in me. Ben, you're always

"One of these days you're gonna love me You'll sit down by yourself and think And what good friends we might've been And then you're gonna sigh a little Maybe even cry a little but One of these days you're gonna love me" Used to chase that boy home from

What a difference a day made Twenty-four little hours Brought the sun and the flowers Where there used to be rain My yesterday was blue, dear Today I'm a part of you, dear My lonely nights are through, dear Since you said you were mine Lord, what a

I used to think Stop thinking of you About what's real and true What can not be proven What can be assumed Once when I was younger In the bloom of youth I received an honest answer