I traced a map on the back of his hand,
I hoped it would lead me away from you.
I made wishes on stars,
On 11:11 alarm clocks,
On dandelions.
I keep getting lost and finding my way back to you.
My wishes aren't coming true.
I pick myself up just to watch myself fall.
Maybe I like the hurt,
The chase,
The thrill of you.
You've made my walls come down,
Made me loosen up my strict values,
Set me free.
You gave me my first taste of poison,
My first sip of sin,
My first rebellion.
Thank you, 
But I feel that you are telling me to move on.
I don't want to,
But dear friend,
It's up to you.