Free

I remember the long warm December we shared.
I can still taste the air.
You were open and I was hoping you cared,
Hoping that you would be there for me.
That's the way it was meant to be,
But I guess your heart was free;
Free to take the best part of me,
And leave a hole where my heart should be;
Where it used to be.
Days are lonely, and nights are only a veil,
And the air is so stale.
I'm still open but I guess you were hoping we'd fail,
So you could sail away from me,
And return to your open sea;
Where I guess you need to be,
Where you can wander endlessly.
Still you know that your heart was free,
And you took the best part of me,
And left a hole where my heart should be;
Where you know it should be.
You're for me.
I'd have sworn it was destiny,
But I know you were always free;
Free to be the best part of me.
I'd have loved you endlessly,
With my heart and soul eternally.
A love the way love should be, ain't that the way a love should be?
You are free;
Free to give back the heart of me,
And replace all this misery.
Since you took the best part of me,
And left a hole where my heart should be;
Where my heart should be.