With coldness, we long for warmth
With heat, a longing for cool
with boldness, this is a desire for comfort
with intelligence, the fool.
Why does a road always crumble?
Why does a man always fear
that when we walk, we always stumble,
and in the end, we shed no tears?
Oh! I've been waiting for so long to find someone to call my own,
but I can't wait
I've been waiting for so long to find someone to call my own,
but I can't no more, No I can't wait!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
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