There’s a sadness in caring,
a soft feeling of never giving enough.
Or could it be my love is imperfect?
If so, it is all the more human,
and it must be then that,
there is a sadness in being human,
a soft feeling of never being enough.
There’s a sadness in caring,
a soft feeling of never giving enough.
Or could it be my love is imperfect?
If so, it is all the more human,
and it must be then that,
there is a sadness in being human,
a soft feeling of never being enough.