When everything seems to be unfair, when all that you do is not appricated, I'll take your hand, wipe away your tears, take you for a walk and remind you how special you are. If not for them, for me.
I asked a friend what love is, he told me it's when you can't stop thinking of him and when the thought of him makes you smile. When I met you, I told myself "this must be it."
So many of us either fear tomorrow or regret yesterday. Me? I won't fear tomorrow if I'd get to be with you. And I don't regret yesterday cause one yesterday, I met you.
If I were deaf, I'll hear your laughter through your smile. If I were mute, I'll speak to you through my eyes. If I were blind, I'll see you through your touch. I can live without my senses but life won't make sense without you.
One day, we might forget the people that once came to our lives. But I know that when that day comes, I won't forget you, cause you didn't just come into my life, you become a part of it.
One day you'll ask me which more important to me, you or my lif, I'll say, "of course, my life." And you'll go and walk away without even knowing that you are my life.
You're all I need beside me, boy. You're all I need to turn my world. You're all I need inside my heart. You're all I need when we're apart. All I need is you to believe all that I need is you.
If you're leaving, take me with you. If you're running away, take me too. If you're jumping off, hold my hand as you do. I love life but it's worth losing if I lost it with you.
I wish you were with me so I can tell you directly how much you mean to me. I'll hold you tight and hug you near my heart so that you can hear what it's trying to whisper "you're the reason why I'm beating."
To love is nothing. To be loved is something. To love and be loved is everything. I am nothing, you're something so let me be your everything.
If I count how many times you've crossed my mind in my entrie life, I'd be lying if I say it was too many. Cause you only crossed my mind once, why? Cause you never left it!
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