I don't know if I'm worth this.... 

this life was just a gift to me. 

And I don't know if I'll use it right 

or just let all my gifts run free. 


If I should doubt my right to breathe 

this air that rushes over me 


I'll say "Im in love with you, 

so I'll keep breathing 

just so I can do 

everything you need me to. 

And I'm a slave for all of your antics. 

I'm just a slave I'm such a romantic fool. 


I've found 

that I'm bound

to regret, forget and screw up everything, 

so I need something to show: 

You're the girl that makes my day- 

when I wake up before noon it is always 

to show you that I'm around. 


Fool, why can't you see 

that we all have a purpose here? 

We've all got a purpose here 

and I'm not giving up mine