Strawberry

I don't know who to think about when I listen to all those heartsick songs. And it's a bit empty. To not be told: "I am the best man I can be when I'm with you". To not be told: "You make me happy in a way I didn't  think possible. To not be told: "I have a birthday Nina, and I need you here with me. I don't care if I have to get on a plane to get to you, I don't care if I have to pay one thousand Euros or spend the weekend in a flea motel." But then again notes don't make a life and neither does words. Because in the end make believe doesn't cut it and reality always finds a way to slip through the cracks.

Baby, I will be somebody's strawberry one day.

Chris Young – Who I Am With You