I had a hole in my heart,
he kissed me and I felt it heal slow.
i was broken apart,
he put back the pieces where they was suppose to go.
He's the kind of perfect,
I wish I could be.
I've tried to walk away,
he's got a hold of me.
He's in my soul,
he's in the air that I breathe.
Can't stand to see me cry,
so he catches my tears before they fall.
I keep wondering why,
with this mess that I how could he love me at all?
He's the kind of person,
I wish I could be.
I'm never letting go,
now he bleongs to me.
He's in my soul,
he's in the very air I breathe.
there is no reason for his love,
and he gives it with both eyes closed tight.
he's got enough of me in his hands to break my heart,
but it's him I'm praying for at night.
He's kind of an Angel,
tell the others to wait cause he's not going anywhere without me.
My love, take me where you've found us peace.