One Voice - Never Leave Your Side Lyrics

[@ren1819]

This was the first song I ever downloaded from Napster... it is a permanent mainstay on my playlists... I still get those "knots" in the stomach when I hear the intro... good memories...

[@apfilms4997]

many nostalgic moments from the past

[@goldenmodem8722]

This song gives me chills…🥰

[@goldenmodem8722]

I want to thank all my Asian women for showing this Asian man love back I’m the day when all the other women just played with my feelings…✌️. I can still see your faces when we danced…🥰. This song brings back those memories…

[@panda_bae8015]

Memories. My mom caught me singing this song with a passion and my eyes closed in the garage high asf lol she cracked up after I opened my eyes. I was so embaressed 😂😂😂

[@goldenmodem8722]

I listened to this song like 20 times in a row… It feels right being the wrong one, if I was right, I may not be able to get this life done, you’re lucky no woman wants this, I forgot how right the women of my life made me feel accomplished, and I can’t help but recite the values in each volume I type, new actor, next chapter, I can’t have Her, but I have this song I really like, I feel like a cadaver brought to life, while their hate and laughter only seeks to shatter my lights, but I’m too fire to let fools delineate my heights, you all are a few flowers who, make me feel powerful while newer songs make me long for a different how to groove, I think I want to shower you with my how you do’s, and keep supplying you with the same feeling your songs made me feel when I feel low and down a few, quarts, because time is expensive, and each day that passes brings me closer to the end of sentences, sorry if I might’ve been a bit offensive, but it’s because girls are so defensive, and cold, I have to heat up the story being told like flesh on electric fences, extensive wires wrapped along the brush of preventive liars, stopping my progress, I need love, not a fondness of aggressive buyers, I don’t sing for money, I don’t sing for dummies that weaken my invested tired…

[@choa-hyuna]

i love this song

[@BoondockxSaint]

Nothing like growing up as a high school kid in AOL Japan chatrooms in the mid 90's listening to a 128 kbps mp3 of this song on Winamp at 2am during the summer

[@poptropicaroxdude101]

Wow I love this

[@goldenmodem8722]

Before Xena had that Body Talk, I was here…🥰

[@goldenmodem8722]

No woman will ever feel as lonely as man.

[@goldenmodem8722]

They never left my side did they…great song, unfortunately, I’m back… Promises in the sparks, the light beckons, another year another lesson, another night in question, the newer year lessens me, the answers only question my destiny when it starts to mention every second I’m left in messaging, there’s no better release for me, there’s no fight, no peace for me, I need this song, there’s so much wrong to bring out the rest in me, which makes it a mess, I clean up my breath, and write in silence with a defiant stretch of means, this isn’t the best of me, it’s what’s left when I don’t feel right, I thought the view of what I couldn’t get, would be enough to appease my wretched seen, but the smiles only compile intensive recipes, and I don’t fit the picture, I spin like a straw in elixirs with a blistered memory, there’s got to be better things, but if my everything is to be lost, then I have to dot my eyes with sighs and festering, poetry isn’t a blessed thing, it takes years to develop a taste of emptiness and interpret the pain as art without a start to less the sting, the bees don’t fly with birds in the words I’m nestling, aside from facts, I portion my path with distortion amassed like a day that’s settling, on my behalf, I make tracks and count the ways this isn’t an act, and soon I’ll be gone like the song in this heart I’m leveling.

[@choa-hyuna]

❤

[@goldenmodem8722]

You’re lucky no woman wants this… There is no life to perish, no romance, there’s nothing to cherish, no Rome, no Paris-France, there’s no happiness, no chance to change the way life is less than the density of my intensive merits, with the correct propensity to delve deep into thoughts to imagine kissing you, there’s so much missing in this vision used, I feel lost, but this song is like a tradition, nothing new, nothing missing, even if I’m missing you, there’s always a quality of sound, that keeps me on the ground wishing for a missing truth, I feel knocked down like a missing tooth, behind the lights with a glistening while I’m whistling tunes, until a drizzling dew hits the next day like the next page I written you, I feel so shy, but twice right by girls so fly, they touch the stars when they spilt in two’s, caught in their hearts, like a box in a bigger cube, in their locks, I sit and view, many wavy lines make me high off their voices and look enthused, amusement park, I cannot move, when the song starts and they begin to rid me of the rejection that keeps me down in their given grooves.

[@goldenmodem8722]

Wondering where sleep is, eyes dart in the dark, the cinch of creases, and since I’m needless, to say what I field becomes less revealed in the cleats I beat with, and the goal posts seem bent and closed most, so I run to the bench, rewrite a fantasy to the strategy I meant to lead with, and the results aren’t false, they’re cut from the same cloth that creates a loss but a breath of fresh flesh to breathe with, and my lungs exasperate, the reverberating clock pushes me back to rewind my thesis, some of me is written in a summary, telling me to define my shine, but I can’t suppress the light I speak with, it’s involuntary, but necessary, I can’t block my own feet when they jump I follow suit in the pants they leap with.

[@goldenmodem8722]

How many loves, let me count the ways, let me count the wasted days, let me recount the fakes, let me pull you into mind, where we combine like lakes, intertwined, where the reservoir never dries or fades, in those Everglades, in the time and space, nothing could take your place or want to, I’m not ashamed or trying to gain sympathy or praise, this is for the women I encountered in a younger stage, my page is unlimited, and my women never exhibited hate or sped away in haste, they never hesitated, I didn’t feel hated or had to doubt your embrace, I feel the soul, you gave me control when this world didn’t want to offer a substantial trade, and I didn’t have to stock your pantry just to get into your panties, you offered the love without making me feel badly, you had me, and I had you in my arms like fantasies, entering reality, and the two became one, like the moon to the sun, the eclipse of the heart that stands me, and never runs, the colors weren’t the rainbow, they were man and woman, back then we were both stable. 🥰

[@goldenmodem8722]

You girls were there for me, with lights in the skies reduced to a size distorting, you heard my cries and my nights of mourning, you supplied your likes and your kind eyes with the right touch applied and just the right kind of wording, you wore no disguise, you gave me a sense of pride, and I can’t help what I feel inside, because there’s no women left like you in this life I’m forming, and this world is wrong, I love how this song gives me chills more than anything being billed or any other girls performing, they can’t touch this, they can’t even sing enough with, all their sexually explicit lines, so dry and corny, I want a great love song, not a hyper sexual actress only good for pairing with a mattress and a narcissistic track recording, you’re taking me back to when women gave me a ship to board in, your sound was never superficial or boring, it wasn’t about scoring, it was about creating a soundtrack to my drive and while I’m working, sorting, through the dances, you move me like a push of pamphlets, while my heart races to release the blood that’s coursing, I don’t have many choices left, so I’ll be here to my last breath, or until another love opens a different door end for my love to pour in…

[@goldenmodem8722]

Words can lie, worlds collide, in two planets, woman and man, came together, created this true habit, I can’t deny my source, it’s not my fault you’re too slanted to get my point across those tubes banded, trying to keep me out, thinking love is about who can get your roots planted, I’ve spent so long alone, this is even when I had a woman to call my own dammit, in the flow of ever since, I kept growing in the letter sense, and seeing the woman I should’ve been with, breaks my heart into a splintered tint, the pouring of blood, the skies above overshadow the drops of hinderance, the situation is cloudy, I got these little minds that doubt me, while I bring about peace like two levers slipping down a post of sentiments, and the intimate setting is a horizon splitting time with the shine of remembrance, everyone claiming “best there is” at supplying the odds with a false cause that only justifies my sentences, and that continues to run on, fragments of once gone, enter songs that fill my mind with fine lines of eminence, and no stranger can apply danger, the voice of hers, deflects the incoming of hurt that can’t do much but slightly unnerve my resemblance…

[@goldenmodem8722]

No woman will ever love woman more than man.

[@goldenmodem8722]

She’s never by my side… I’m trying, but the underlying cause creates an underdog slowly dying, like a sky and fog, where the sun is slightly lost but also shining, you’re applying a fly in, and I can’t retract my thoughts, you’re all I got, and that’s no lying, I’m flying lost, but still aloft and growing every time I put my mind in, this trek is something I’d expect, because I’m less offered a peaceful island where the girls are finding what I’m applying something they’d want to hold close like a fabric or bed of clothes across their general lining, the pockets rip to the insertion of my urges, and I don’t feel I deserve this, but still they’re fighting, igniting a flame, and I keep at this, I’m not attractive, I’m just real like a teal horizon, the greens and blue, create dreams of you, but your hills don’t build a home for my place of hiding, or field of use, as I move to a less desirable street to ride in, I’m not writing a lame excuse, I didn’t choose the lane, they gave me the past, and I can’t change the path, once I press the petals and recount the ways it drifts away when I blink my eye in.

[@kimberlygossett949]

Hey babe I love you!!!

[@goldenmodem8722]

There’s no rights to the size of my space, I’m being left to lounge a way, where the rest doesn’t appease the feast of day, it just makes a trace, and the insides turn, when the sun begins to burn at the field of grays, the shade becomes lessened with a question earned, and I keep guessing with less concern on what I’m addressing because I’m less than the presence I just confirmed, feeling hollow, but full of tomorrow, when the present isn’t a gift, but a defective trip that’s less returned, like a glistening bottle, reflective and light, when the liquid is dispersed along a rippling caramel, whistling ice, in the drips of life there’s a drop of might that lifts me, even if I feel history like being mentally borrowed, this is life even if it’s resembling sorrow, I can’t bottle home, I walk along a cobblestone with interesting marble, and find a destination, escapism is a drift, prison is a myth, they can’t confine what I eventually follow, close my eyes to the reality, find my family in my reaches, close off the world, I see my girl, she also greets this, without the leeches, I can swim free, and I can feel her with me before I let go and widen my sights to the life I leave with…

[@goldenmodem8722]

No woman knows loneliness like man does. Girl, If you love men prove it, girls aren’t modern, they support a woke movement that doesn’t flow congruent, because if you loved men, you wouldn’t support them, and you wouldn’t listen to weakened music, you wouldn’t ignore my structure, you wouldn’t touch another woman, you’d only want a man to run to it, where the real women at? you left my side, I didn’t give you reason to hide behind a gender fluid, now you call me names I never earned, because modern women aren’t women at all, they haven’t learned, thinking with your privates only gives me silence, and the violence will soon compromise the life you just ruined, I’m not perfect, but at least I AM human, what you’re doing is pushing an ideal, you don’t care if you have sex with a man OR woman, as long as you come from what they feel, that’s not deep, that’s shallow, and I refuse to paddle with some eel, I want a woman, that’s natural, stop thinking sex is love, that’s only a fraction, thought needs compassion not just touch and flushed meals.

[@goldenmodem8722]

I’m guessing a man wrote this song…😂