I wear a face that seems to be
confidentiality
the only eyes that see in me
know my desperality.
And i'm a man thats found his way
by having not alot to say
i wanna tell You that i need You.
I know Your anything they see.
an image of maturity.
But if i was what i should be
wouldn't i be on my knees?
and i'm a man thats found his way
by having not alot to say
i wanna tell You that i need You
and when i fall into Your hand
i see myself for what i am
it only shows me that i need You