Mostly, I'm fine.
But I've been spending most of my days in bed and
My eyes are like that British weather,
When I'm not with you

And I try to sculpt myself in that good shape,
but I keep waking up when it's too late.
I wonder if I really want to...

So again, I'll wait for the day to end
Eventually, time becomes my best friend.
'Cause you don't want me.
Do you?
Last edited by Mrrula at Mar 14, 2016,