One Thing I Can't Live Without
I wasn't really living until I met you.
I was just a corpse aimlessly wandering this world.
I was getting tired of going through life on my own.
The world seemed cold and mean
No purpose whatsoever
I was beginning to think I would never find my spark
Then I saw a fire.
I could have ran away
But instead I chose to explore it.
The fire gave me warmth
And a spark that ignited the life all around me.
It taught me how to love and laugh.
The fire became a necessity to me.
I became dependent on it.
I needed this fire everyday.
I needed you.
To say one thing I can't live without, well that would be you
Because I wasn't really living until I met you.
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