03 abril 2008

Boy with no love culture

Two times a week
I see you standing there
What a torture
What a pain
You can´t even look me back

Blue me with some color
I´m deseperate for your sight
You could notice me my love
But you don´t really seem to try

Don´t even look for answers
that my mouth could certainly bring
if you would only look and see
that I´m only there for thee

Such a fool
with a foolish dream
looking at you
awaiting for no clue
of a love theme

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