the air we breath is pure pure as the monoxcide seeping into the expanse respiring to our lungs as we hold in with a gasp to sustain the addiction in which you can't live without flowing with an endless desire somehow you became my nicotine ---------------------------------- I wanted to let go I wanted to hate you I wanted to say no I wanted to not love you I wanted to move on I wanted to find somone else I wanted to not hurt I wanted to hurt you I wanted to make you suffer I wanted to be respected I wanted to be loved I wanted to be wanted I wanted to be needed I wanted to feel again I wanted to have the old you I wanted to be there for you I wanted to hold you I wanted to be with you I wanted to have you see that you were meant for me ---------------------------------- Imagine spending a lifetime in search of riding the perfect wave drifting the coast line day after day rain or shine always waiting craving the feeling dreaming the possibilities a never-ending drive to succeed when something comes that looks right something is always missing the gap is covered yet not filled countless mistakes colored in with knowledge that one day to find it that one day the searching will end and all will be complete all that has been to live for no longer do I feel empty for I have found my perfect wave