I need you

don-chalk:

I need you, ok?

And the need is growing more and more each day

and I need you, in every single way

Because when I’m with you, everything seems like it’ll be okay

While the rest of the world tries to push me away

You’re the one who makes me want to stay

In a world, painted a dismal gray

Where they are the hunters, and I am the pray

You make me see the sun on every dismal day

So I need you here, Ok?