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