IRC-Galleria

he needs support and IÂ’ve become the crutch
heÂ’ll never know how much he means to me,
IÂ’d play the game but IÂ’m the referee

SurrenderÂ… every word, every thought, every sound
SurrenderÂ… every touch, every smile, every frown
SurrenderÂ… all the pain weÂ’ve endured until now
SurrenderÂ… all the hope that I lost, you have found
SurrenderÂ… yourself to me

Even though I know what IÂ’m looking for,
heÂ’s got a brick wall behind her door
IÂ’d travel time and confess to him,
But IÂ’m afraid heÂ’d shoot the messenger

I never had the nerve to ask,
Has my moment come and passed?