Just like the songs go, you were the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins.
Today I'm lucky if I can remain sane, you've become a riddle thats always working my brain.
Day after day you put me to the test. Trying to figure out if I'm anything like the rest.
Keep my lenses in focus, I picture us together growing older.
I'm holding on to who you use to be, it weighs me down like a boulder.
Maybe if i stop the chasing you will come back and like a gentle butterfly land on my shoulder.
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