You are either meant to be
Or be with no mean to me
You are either the apple of my eye
Or the disgrace of a lie

There is not a single day that passes,
Not one time when the sun rises,
And the Wi-Fi is turned on your cellular devices,
When I haven’t thought about you

You are either meant to be
Or be with no mean to me
It’s harder to love and lose
Than to lose it all

There is not a single day that passes
When I did not sink into this madness
That people address as care
Which I crave on a daily basis

They say you have to care someone enough to be honest with them,
Care someone enough to go through that dark den for them,
Care someone enough to have your day brighten by them.

You are either meant to be
Or be with no mean to me
And somehow you have to live with it,
To not feel empty but heavy at the same time.

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