She is my music. She is my song. She's the reason I go on. And as the seasons change, there's just one thing that stays the same: she's out there, somewhere, listening to hear her name. She could be the only thing that's ever mattered. She could be a trick up someone's sleeve. She could be a joke, a tease, a whisper on the breeze, or she could be nothing. Just a misunderstanding.

I will never understand. I will never see. I will never figure out the effect you have on me. I see you when I close my eyes. I see you when I sleep. I see you smiling gently. You're exactly what I need.

Hey, listen. You are my music. You are my song. You are the reason I go on. And as the seasons change, there's just one thing that stays the same: You're out there, somewhere, listening to hear your name.