My balance I find from the activities that fill my day
If I lived on your love,
I’d be mad now
And even though it’ll appear I keep it together beautifully
I lose my mind each and every day away from you
In the midst of the busiest day,
You’re still on my mind
But I get nervous when I speak to you
Yet you don’t even notice my fidgety
All of this epistle is because I miss you Baby
