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