When her soul is on fire. Her head in the clouds. And her heart on her sleeves. She is under no obligations to neither Make any sense to you Nor To put on a different skin in order to owe your heart...
I had someone once who made every day mean something. And nowβ¦. I am lostβ¦. And nothing means anything anymore.
I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you β even until it burns my hand. And when the light has long since gone β¦. I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.
He was both everything I could ever wantβ¦ And nothing I could ever haveβ¦