Good Man in a Storm

An awesome song. It fits my mood for now I guess, after having to deal with more women I feel sorry for yet know I can do nothing for -_-

You're just a girl to me,
I must be blind
Why do I try so hard to keep my cool
When I'm about to lose my mind?

There's a vision flashing by
Of a summer's night I spent with you
Of a child who never learnt how to cry

When those around me
Fall in despair
I call upon my common sense
'cause someone has to care
A sudden decision
I can't explain
Though I've often tried to change the rules
The game remains the same

For love

-I've played the part so many times
It fits me like a glove
But I'm the victim
In the bitter end
I know you need me to be strong
l just don't know how much longer I can pretend

You always need me to be a good man in a storm...

It sometimes scares me
The further we go
Just how much we understand
And just how much we know?

So whatever happened
In our hearts
While making perfect sense of life
We still remain so far apart...

You always want me to be a good man in a storm...

Trying to fit the social norm
And be a good man in a storm
Trying hard since I was born
To be a good man in a storm...

Yes, a cheesy man is me. There is such thing as feeling alone in a big city and I guess that's now. Wheee. :P

Good Man in a Storm

An awesome song. It fits my mood for now I guess, after having to deal with more women I feel sorry for yet know I can do nothing for -_-

You're just a girl to me,
I must be blind
Why do I try so hard to keep my cool
When I'm about to lose my mind?

There's a vision flashing by
Of a summer's night I spent with you
Of a child who never learnt how to cry

When those around me
Fall in despair
I call upon my common sense
'cause someone has to care
A sudden decision
I can't explain
Though I've often tried to change the rules
The game remains the same

For love

-I've played the part so many times
It fits me like a glove
But I'm the victim
In the bitter end
I know you need me to be strong
l just don't know how much longer I can pretend

You always need me to be a good man in a storm...

It sometimes scares me
The further we go
Just how much we understand
And just how much we know?

So whatever happened
In our hearts
While making perfect sense of life
We still remain so far apart...

You always want me to be a good man in a storm...

Trying to fit the social norm
And be a good man in a storm
Trying hard since I was born
To be a good man in a storm...

Yes, a cheesy man is me. There is such thing as feeling alone in a big city and I guess that's now. Wheee. :P