Loving you is my favorite habit,
To your heart I am an addict.
Being near you brings me to life,
From where I was
The only thing I had left to lose
Until I met you
Everyone always thinks "I need to be remembered" but truth be told,
That thought process is way too old
The only thing that you try to do
Is become unforgettable,
And when you die your soul will hear words that are so regrettable.
I've been chasing the wind like a frisbee, my soul has been searching for a place to land
I can only pray I arrive safely in your hand
In between us used to be bed sheets,
But the world has evolved into separations of broken communities
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