There was a woman who sat alone
Pondering whether or not she will fill anyone
Would each breath she takes becomes anew to another?
The glass now becomes half empty, as a pessimist would see
For fulfillment is unachieved wholly by the dependant party
There was a woman who sat alone
Trying to morph her skin to fit the vase for his flowers
An exquisite art piece made for a girl
Quite younger and prettier than her
“I’ll be anything”  
“I’ll be anyone”
As long as the taste of love falls from his lips to hers
But you can’t ever look past yourself, not with the way you felt
There was a woman who sat alone
Pondering whether or not she will fill anyone
And with that a man sat next to her
Glass half full
Now this isn’t a story of romance, or desire
Rather the pursuit of self happiness
For the sun already showed itself through each others beings
But together they became a galaxy
We aren’t giving up until we’re free
We aren’t giving up until we’re free
Tis not a dream like sleep,
You’re a tangible human in an endeavor to live
And I, in an endeavor to live alongside you
“It’s a beautiful sight to see you alive”