You.

There are things that can’t be expressed in words; calling it love would be insulting to what I have for you, like searching for a pirate ship in shallow waters. There are things that can’t ever be mine. Be it words or you.

Where your love and hate Coincide Where your soul feels weightless And lights up inside Where you can be angry But not used to it and cry Where you don't need wings But can fly Where you can be with me And just be mine I'll meet you there Believe me, girl Everything Will work…