I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.
I don't want to run away, but I can't take it. I don't understand. If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
This, I guess, is to tell you you're chosen out from the rest.
Welcome to my lyrical adventure through life, love, and live shows.