With every inhale up the hill I'm getting closer to myself.

The more I think about my love, the more I want to reach the peak.
And with those thoughts I do, almost in tears. 
I made it.
The mountains' affect lasts for as long as I'm eating my peach.
I made it.

Through the decline it's clear how little I belong to the ones who bore me.

As I stopped lying to myself I found the truth. 
No, I don't believe in magic.
I believe in life
Believe in us
Believe in you.