the world is beguiling me because someone like you is too good to be true the feelings you give me is something i've long to feel you are wondrous strange; one of a kind and i hope to keep you in my arms let the world crash and burn as long as you're with me then it doesn't matter
you take my breath away which is ironic because i need you like oxygen to know your existence is assurance to me because maybe the word isn't so bad if you exist in it
sometimes i wonder if it's fate but then it doesn't matter if it is or isn't because i have given up too much but one thing is for certain i'm not giving up on you