good man in a storm

it just occurred to me, i must be blind, why do i try so hard to keep my cool, when i'm about to lose my mind, there was a vision, flashing by, of a summers' day i spent with you, of a child who never learnt how to cry, when those around me, fall in despair, i call upon my common sense, 'cause someone has to care, a sudden decision, i can't explain, though i've often tried to change the rules, the game remains the same, for love, i've played the part so many times, it fits me like a glove, but i'm the victim, in the bitter end, i know you need me to be strong, l just don't know how much longer i can pretend, you always need me to be, a good man in a storm, it sometimes scares me, the further we go, just how much we understand, and just how much we know, so whatever happened, in our hearts, while making perfect sense of life, we still remain so far apart, you always want me to be, a good man in a storm, trying to fit the social norm, and be a good man in a storm, trying hard since i was born, to be a good man in a storm