Maybe I'm with you cause you make me wright,
These words bring me comfort in this solitary night.
Maybe I'm with you cause you make me speechless,
You make me forget all that lyric of nonsense.
And each night I breath for this famine of poetry,
Yearning for words to embrace and consume me.
Maybe I am with you cause it's my burden as a writer,
To write about the toughest love,
that burns within a fighter.
Maybe I'm around you cause you make my lyrics be,
You're a muse surrounded by fire,
when you're my poetry.
Maybe I am with you because it's raining when I'm not,
Maybe I am with you because a fighter don't give up?
What's the use of happiness with nothing left to wright about?
what's the point of having tears with nothing left to cry about?
Maybe I'm just with you cause I'm pretty when I'm broken,
The greatest art in life is all that's really left unspoken.
