I want to be the words you write of a poem
as much as those of which you speak of
I want to be your rants in life
oh, let me be those endless thoughts you have

I want to be the tune you hum as you walk down the street
the adrenaline rush you get from running
the sound of hello when you see your old friends;
and that tender hug as you bid them goodbye

I want to be the the strings of your guitar
or better yet your precious violin
let me be the music in your ears
let me echo inside your head
and be the that sweet sweet melody
that gently lulls you to sleep

I want to be that 5-minute nap after a stressful study
the pause you make when you're weary or sad
the bonus scores that make you pass exams
and that guilt-free food you indulge yourself in

I just want to be those simple things in life
which brighten up your day,
and make you feel alive
in every possible way

I don't need to be the reason why you live
nor the reason why you love
I just want to be what makes you truly happy.