You keep trying to fix me.
I just get worse.
You want the girl I was,
But you broke me.
And you can't fix broken people.

Each day I strive to make someone happy
And feel very special, laugh and smile
When this mission has been accomplished
Then I can lay and enjoy my bed awhile
peacefully sleeping like an angel, almost
With the sweetest of dreams

I am air.

You breathe me in when you feel the need
Until I get lost inside.
But it seems no matter how hard I plead
I'm exhaled and left behind.

I am air.

I touch your clothes, your hair, your skin
Just begging to be seen.
But to you, I am forgotten
To you, I am nothing.

I am air.

I know I am necessary
And all I do is strive
To make you understand that I'm the very
Reason you are alive.

I am used. I am abused.
I am alone. I am unknown.
I am everywhere. I am nowhere. I am air.