I've wasted years I've thrown myself away fro you Slowly becoming seethrough I'm glad I got tired of the suspence Of your neverending self-defence Me trying to figure what it's like to stand in your shoes Still I don't have a clue You know the scars remains But now I'm finally over you Everytime I come home he is there with open arms Anytime I need advice I know that I can call I don't have many precious things in life But I do have him And he's quite something Never in my life Befor or after us I wanted anything As badly as I wanted you But I learned that sometimes what you want Is not what you need And things may look nice in your dreams But hurt in reality Everytime I come home he is there with open arms Anytime I need advice I know that I can call I don't have many precious things in life But I do have him And he's quite something I finally understand What it means to have a home Now that I've found him I know what I was always looking for You kept saying that what I wanted Was surreal and hollywood But now I proove you wrong Everytime I come home he is there with open arms Anytime I need advice I know that I can call I don't have many precious things in life But I do have him And he's quite something (Dank an Claudia für den Text)