Tamisha Bellamy (January 25 1988-)

I want to share your sorrows
I want to share your dread
When reality is more than you can stand/ rest awhile on your bed/ while I do something that has never been done before.

Close your eyes and cry
Cry until your glands wear thin
That's right
I won't touch you or kiss you
I'll just do the finest thing/ here's something
I'll just stand, stare, and wait while your tears find their way underneath my skin

I hate feeling useless
You hate feeling hopeless
I'm afraid this situation is out of my hands
I have no magic hands, but I promise not to quit on you, and give my best
When reality is more than you can stand/ rest awhile on your bed/ while I do something that has never been done before.

Close your eyes and cry
Cry until your glands wear thin
That's right
I won't touch you or kiss you
I'll just do the finest thing/ here's something
I'll just stand, stare, and wait until your tears find their way underneath my skin

I'll hold every one of your teardrops
I'll soak up every one of your teardrops
I'll bear the wait of every one of your teardrops/ as if they were my own