Balloons
The sight of you would happily take the air from my lungs, just like a balloon. You filled my heart up and made me feel like I was floating, just like a ballon too. But like a balloon, I had to come down - almost too soon.
Now the sight of you kicks the wind out of me because you popped my heart so quickly and you knew how to make me feel so small, like a ballon who was used then meant nothing at all.
You were a kid, and I was a balloon. I made you happy, and you used me to amuse. Than you got bored and realized you were done, so you just had to cut me loose.
