Yours [Fifth Harmony/You]

Yours

A friend of mine described it this way: When they were born it was like a meteor landed in our house and blew everything apart. We had to just put all the pieces back.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night.

If I cross the ocean, would you be there?

May you live to be 100 and may the last voice you hear be mine.

Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?