Dying in your love is better than the life without you.
The birch has yellowed since I saw you last, The Fall haze blued the creeks, The big pine bellowed as the snow swished past, But still, above the peaks, The same stars twinkle that we used to know.
So if anyone wants to meet up for a refreshing nama beer, I'm probably down for that.
I waited for you on cold nights, And watched over you from great heights.
I'm glad that you'll come.
I miss you so much that I am jealous of the people that get the chance to see you every day.
I want him to prove himself before I commit myself fully to our relationship again.
Well, I broke those boundaries.