When nothing feels right,
And home seems to be far away,
It’s you; it’s you I want to look for.
When the world turns its back on me,
And no one thinks I’m able,
It’s you; it’s you I find my strength in.
When I can’t hold my excitement
And my happiness is unbound,
It’s you; it’s you I want to be with.
When the world is ending,
Like they say it will,
It’s you, it’s you
I want to be holding.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
When nothing feels right,
And home seems to be far away,
It’s you; it’s you I want to look for.
When the world turns its back on me,
And no one thinks I’m able,
It’s you; it’s you I find my strength in.
When I can’t hold my excitement
And my happiness is unbound,
It’s you; it’s you I want to be with.
When the world is ending,
Like they say it will,
It’s you, it’s you
I want to be holding.
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