Stuck like glue,
my heart is blue.
Moving right on,
if staying is a con.
Is it me or you,
might to be time to choose.
Can't bear the thought,
how hard we've fought.
Must live true,
though sometimes blue.
Can we soar,
what are we waiting for?
Don't hold me down,
if you don't wish to drown.
You must grow,
so that we may flow.
Through the air,
we could thrive right there.
Is it me, is it you, that's not being true.
Are we meant to be,
oh I can't see.
So I'll start right here,
and hope that you draw near.
Still I must see,
the missing pieces in me.