I think some people are uncomfortable with their beauty
Hoping for another in order to finally feel free
And, I believe in people functioning as magnets
Waiting to be attracted to another soul and similar heart beat
I think some people use excuses so they don’t have to believe
That life wasn’t made to take way, but give you air to breathe
And, I received a letter from a long lost friend
Wanting to see if her first love was the first love my heart ever bled
“I was young,” and that’s been my excuse
A nail in the coffin separating me from truth from you
“I was uncomfortable,” and that’s been my disease
A cough in my chest stealing the breath inside of me
But, what I wanted to say was, “I was in love.”