I’ll never be a knight in armor with a sword in hand; or a kamikaze fighter. Don’t count on me to storm the barricades & take a stand; or hold my ground. You’ll never see any scars or wounds. I don’t walk on coals, I won’t walk on water.I am no prince, I am no saint, I am not anyone’s wildest dream. But I will stand behind, be someone to fall back on.
Some comedy, you’re bruised and beaten down & I’m the one who’s looking for a favor. Still, honestly, you don’t believe me, but the things I have are the things you need. You look at me like I don’t make sense, like a waste of time, like it serves no purpose.
If that’s what you believe you need... you’re wrong, you don’t need much. You need someone to fall back on; and I’ll be that: I’ll take your side, if I’m the only one, I’m used to that, I’ve been alone, I’d rather be the half of us: the least of you, the best of me.
And I will be: I’ll be your prince, Ill be your saint, I will go crashing through fences in your name. I will, I swear, I’ll be someone to fall back on! I’ll be the one who waits, and, for as long as you’ll let me, I will be the one you need.