I'm not so into this liking someone thing. It's rather mentally consuming. Hard to work it in there with thinking about running so much. Not sure how I am going to make it all fit...
What I am to you is not real What I am to you you do not need What I am to you is not what you mean to me You give me miles and miles of mountains And I'll ask for the sea
Something unusual, something strange Comes from nothing at all But I'm not a miracle And you're not a saint Just another soldier On the road to nowhere