You were always waiting to be picked to play the game, but when your name was called, you found a place to hide - when you knew that I was always on your side.

And everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent. My demons and my angels reappeared. They were only traces of the man you'd thought I'd be, too afraid to hear the words I'd always feared, leaving you with only questions all these years

Is there some place far away, some place where all is clear, easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear, or are you left to wonder all alone, eternally: "this isn't how it's really meant to be, no it isn't how it's really meant to be..."

Well they say that love is in the air, never is it clear how to pull it close and make it stay. Butterflies are free to fly and so they fly away, and I'm left to carry on and wonder why - even through it all, I'm always on your side.

No reason in particular; I get all emotional this first week on the pill.