Is your love, love?

Toxic for each other, unable to breathe.

Trapped in a bottle for each to keep, is love always a good thing? 

We are like the sea, we tend to feel free. 

But like always, waves return to shore.

2 steps forward, 10 steps back.

Will we ever really be free? 

You let me go, I beg to stay. I let you go, but don't walk away. 

will we really throw 2 years away? Or will we stay? Because I love you...