"You've come back,
yet I no longer need you.
I've lost track
on how it feels to be true.
To everyone else, to myself, to you.
I don't think I could see any other color,
other than your eyes so blue.
"Yet why is it so hard to let go?
To feel anything other than the blow
of fresh air through me
everytime you say sorry.
I feel as if now I'm free,
I don't feel beat, I'm fine.
So why do I no longer ...
