| Let me be there in your | |||
| Good | |||
| Times | |||
| Let me be there in your | |||
| Bad | |||
| Times | |||
| Too | |||
| Be so sweet to | |||
| You | |||
| Darlin' | |||
| Make you happy for | |||
| Having | |||
| Chosen | |||
| Me | |||
| Such silly | |||
| Things to | |||
| Say | |||
| Just romantic fantasies | |||
| About a | |||
| Life | |||
| Isn't | |||
| Dreams that don't | |||
| Fit | |||
| Reality | |||
| No one loving | |||
| Anyone | |||
| Anymore | |||
| Now | |||
| Just users taking what | |||
| They | |||
| Can | |||
| Never willing to make | |||
| Commitments | |||
| Lay it on the | |||
| Line | |||
| Each day we become | |||
| More | |||
| Alienated | |||
| More and more walls being | |||
| Built | |||
| Between | |||
| Us | |||
| Is there anyway to | |||
| Knock them | |||
| Down | |||
| Forge links between | |||
| People | |||
| Make room for | |||
| Love | |||
| Or have we come | |||
| Too | |||
| Far | |||
| Too many people | |||
| Frightened | |||
| Unwilling to | |||
| Try | |||
| A new world full of people | |||
| Living | |||
| Alone | |||
| Forgetting about others as a | |||
| Part of | |||
| Their | |||
| Lives | |||
| Concerned only with themselves | |||
| Being | |||
| One | |||
| Turning our backs | |||
| Protecting our hearts | |||
| From the pain of | |||
| Love lost | |||
| Becoming numbers | |||
| Not much more than | |||
| Machines | |||
| Each of us returning home to | |||
| Our | |||
| Prisons | |||
| Fortresses | |||
| Cynicism becoming the | |||
| Way of | |||
| Living | |||
| Cutting out our hearts so | |||
| They can never be | |||
| Broken | |||
| Again | |||