You’re what kept me alive. The thought of you.
The way your eyes look into mine. Your smile. The touch of your skin.
Whether I die tomorrow or fifty years from now, my destiny is the same:
I want to be with you
something I noticed when the light was just right.
It reminded me twice that I was alive,
and it reminded me that you're so worth the fight
I don't cross my fingers anymore or make a wish when
I blow out my birthday candles. I guess it's because the
normal side of me finally realized that no matter what
dumb things I do, the things I wish for won't happen
I saw your face in a crowded place.
And I don't know what to do, cause I'll never be with you
but I'm holding on to every word that you ever said