Recently, a close friend of mine and I were playing a game -- just a simple game where we asked each other random questions.
I asked him, "What's something you couldn't live without and why?"
He answered, "Music, because everything I've ever thought, felt, or lived by was...
where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet,
Bending there in my direction,
I wrapped a hand around its stem,
I pulled until the roots gave in,
Finding there what I'd been missing,
But I know...
So I tell myself, I tell myself it's wrong.
There's a point we pass...
I touch on you more and more every time,
When you leave I'm begging you not to go,
Call your name two or three times in a row,
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain,
How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame.
'Cos I know I don't understand,
Just how your love can do...