Car is parked, bags are packed,
But what kind of heart doesn’t look back,
At the comfortable glow from the porch,
The one I will still call yours.
All those words came undone,
And now I’m not the only one,
Facing the ghosts that decide,
If the fire inside still burns.
All I have, all I need,
He’s the air I would kill to breathe,
Holds my love in his hands,
Still I’m searching for something,
Out of breath, I am left hoping someday,
I’ll breathe again, I’ll breathe again.
Zoe & Wade - Breathe Again by Sara Bareilles
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