I've felt this way a few times,
even if I hide it well.
But you make me open up,
and come out of my shell.
I know I shouldn't do this
kind of thing quite so much.
But i'm sorry, I just can't help it.
I'm addicted to the rush.
I hope you can make things better,
that you can take away the pain.
And if you can, please let me know.
I'll be a little less insane.
I'll smile away the past two years,
but only if you'll help me.
I start to think of you,
and I'm already forgetting.
So here's to another better year,
without all the twists and turns.
Without direction, I'll run to you,
maybe someday I'll learn.