Keep me. Keep me to yourself. Keep me safe.
If that is what'll make you stop worrying.
I go out, I meet people, more and more of them everyday. I talk to them, I laugh with them. But my eyes constantly search for you. I find little parts of you in people or is that my eyes playing tricks on me? Is that a mirage?
The more people I meet, the more I realize how utterly perfect we were.
Yet you fret, fret, and fret.
