In my mind's eye I see the way I want you to be.
I want to mould you to my love, to see things my way.
The pain inside will never heal without the tenderness of your touch,
The feeling of your lips on mine, that gentle brush of fingertips combined
With the eyes that made me love you from the start.
Do I want to change you, to mould you into who I want you to be?
Maybe I don't, maybe I can't, I just know that you can hurt me.
My heart is here, held in mine own hand, and offered tentatively to you.
Our separation making the acceptance even sweeter than before.
We lost our way. Can I change that? Can I mould you into who I want you to be?
Your heart tells you what to do. Sometimes you need to follow your head.
You'd give up everything for a single moment in time. Would you do it for me?
Does your love for me cover every moment of all of our lives together?
Will we even see each other again? Will you be there for me?
Yes. Deep down I know you will. As yourself.
And now, you're everything I've wanted you to be.
