• I am the beggar-
    always asking for more.
    You are the gentlemen-
    holding open the door.
    I am the grave yard-
    absorbing your core.
    and you are the messanger-
    whose words only hit the floor.

    I am the bird who can't ever sing-
    and so quick to critisize my own broken wing.
    You are the sky, too good for me.-
    You are the sky, and will always be.

    Tied down by thornes and string-
    I set our selves on fire.
    Some reason I like this, even though it stings.
    I like this... it's my desire.

    I would have to say that you are-
    I would have to say.
    I would have to say that you are-
    I would have to say...

    That I am the beggar-
    always asking for more.
    You are the gentlemen-
    holding open the door.
    I am the grave yard-
    absorbing your core.
    and you are the messanger-
    whose words only hit the floor.

    And you're too good for something like that.