I have set aside everything i love
i have saved everything else for you
i cannot decide what this doubt's made of
though i've thought over it through and through
In a book in a box up on a shelf
in a locked and guarded vault
are the things i keep only for myself
its your fate, but it's not your fault
And for every useless reason i know
there's a reason no to care
if i hide myself wherever i go
am i ever really there?
There is nowhere i would rather be
but i can't just be right here
an enimga wrapped in a mystery
or a fool consumed by fear?
And for every useless reason i know
there's a reason no to care
if i hide myself wherever i go
am i ever really there?
I will give you all i could ever give
though it's less than you'll need
could you just forget if you can't forgive
all the things i cannot concede?
And for every useless reason i know
there's a reason no to care
if i hide myself wherever i go
am i ever really there?