Nothing without You

If I'm left alone to spend the rest of my life that way,
it will be the same as not being with you.

If I shall be sent to another planet,
I don't know what could be done by me
to bring myself back to you.

But I'm sure
that just trying to figure out the way
to come back to you
will keep me alive forever.

If somebody ever will restrict me from breathing,
it will be just like you leaving,
and shortly I'll be dying. . . .

Not because of air,
but because of the absence of you.