Someone in Toronto may understand and perhaps others in other places too... there is a reason I left here and a reason I return and a reason I might make is seem as though I said all these things before, always hoping for more, the one who will not just say the words, but who will actually return the favor or at least show the appreciation in more than the occasional grand gesture, alas, still waiting for the one who will show the world what I offer, what I give, and maybe even let the gift of giving stay...
Somebody understands...
With the tiniest thread of your life?
Concerned with whatever you feel
And whatever you touch?
Look over there.
Look over there.
Somebody cares that much.
How often does somebody sense
That you need them without being told?
When you have a hurt in your heart
You're too proud to disclose?
Look over there.
Look over there.
Somebody always knows.
When your world spins too fast,
And your bubble has burst,
Someone puts himself last,
So that you can come first.
So count all the loves who will love you
From now 'til the end of your life,
And when you have added the loves
Who have loved you before,
Look over there.
Look over there.
Somebody loves you more...
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