Tim Westwood - Adore

The broken kid cradles his head,
Alone and weary; he has been.
As isolation wakes him, the boy raises his head.
It said what are you doing down there?
Where are you going, my friend?
What's so bad you can't bare?

It's this girl, I need her, I need her so bad.
What do I do to get you to look at me?
I'm struggling everyday, so I just wait...

The quiets kid braces himself,
Perhaps a 5th of Jerry might just help.
He lights a cigarette, inhales in
and breathes out slow.
But the words still fumble,
And his feet still stumble.
He can't look her in the eye, she just smiles.

It's this girl, I need her, I need her so bad.
What did I do to get you to look at me?
It puzzles me everyday.
So I just wait but I'm struggling,
It hurts when the other kids point and stare at me.
Cause' they don't understand me like she does.
I need her, I need her.

See that girl, she's my girl now,
She loves me so much.
How could I ever live another day with out you?

I love you, I adore you.