Come on if I called a truce would you take it in stride?
(a magical way of making it right)
Lay back just a little and let me in to fill you with rhyme
(a magical way of singing in rhyme)
Sending them off with pretty colors of want and reason
Don’t leave your heart when you haven’t even thought to face it
To me, life is what you make it to be
To me, loss is only letting go
Look at you now you’ve got all your plans another stick in the sand
(a magical way of staying on top)
Why so much room for love when you’re leaving in May?
(life is how you make it babe)
Taking it slow you may find that you love to hate it
But faking your love to merely go on a run is rather dated
To me, life is what you make it to be
To me, loss is only letting go
The color of the sun at the top is gonna change if you fake it
You figured it out before you even had a chance to taste it
