I know not at all
What it's called
But I think i've felt it before
The feel of it
This feeling
It crushes you down
And builds you up
Blows you away
And stands you up
It makes you feel pointless
Yet with a reason to live
And she walks with you
And she talks with you
And she laughs with you
And she looks at you
And you look back
Into her life, her being
Her decisions, her thoughts
Her past, her future
When you look in her eyes
And you see the present
And you can't quite tell
If the heartbeat you hear
Is hers, because of you
Or you grew another heart
Because one might not be enough

But the moment the two part ways
The man and the woman
They have separate points of view
He hates how time passes so slowly
And she just loves the butterflies
When they meet again, music will play
And everyone will know
What they're too embarrassed to admit