Some people, they tease one another, take pride in themselves, keeping the other one down, well I'm not like that at all. Some people, they hurt one another, they love to see hurt in the other one's eyes, well I'm not like that at all. Some people are born for each other, they love to war, holding the other one's hand, they always understand. Some people cry, some people know the way. Some people, they use one another so aimlessly, not like lovers do, well I'm not like that at all. Some people, they long for each other, they love to talk, holding the other one's hand, they always understand. Some people cry, some people know the way. I hear the word unspoken with a voice unheard, when a thought is broken by a tender word. When a heart is moved, when a heart is thrown, the silence tells you you're not alone. Some people are born for each other, they love to war, holding the other one's hand, they always understand. Some people cry, some people know the way. Some people cry, some people are born for each other, they love to war, holding the other one's hand, they always understand. They love to talk, holding the other one's hand. Some people are born for each other, they love to war, holding the other one's hand. Holding the other one. Holding each other. Holding each other.