All I've ever wanted was what you wanted.
For there to be nowhere else you'd rather be.
The years go by, but we are always the same.
What we are I have left up to you.
Now you want more and that's all I want too.
Two weeks or a year, it is still meant to be.
Yet, here I wait while you run from us again,
Only this time I cry...I told you I'd die.
No sense can I make of anything.
Why does it have to be this way?
What's wrong with forever?