08 September 2009

E*

Ok fine, 'bertepuk sebelah tangan' T.T


Waiting for your call
I'm sick
call I'm angry
call I'm desperate for your voice
Listening to the song we used to sing
Butterfly, Early Summer
It's playing on repeat
Just like when we would meet
Like when we would meet
Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to
to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
Stripped and polished
I am new
I am fresh I am feeling so ambitious
you and me flesh to flesh
Cause every breath that you will take when you are sitting next to me
will bring life into my deepest hopes
What's your fantasy?
And I'm tired of being all alone
and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home (sigh)

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