Cicle Part VI (Air)

I'm sorry for those bottles of wine
They made me sick but there were you
Taking punches for me, i travel far,
But you still came to this place of mine

You took care of me
You watched me sick
You were the air i breathed

I'm sorry for those silly fights
I'm sorry for those losing flights
Love is no losing game
In exception for my looser fame

You took care of me
You brushed my hair
And was the air i breathed