My patience is running out
I want to say what I wanna say
Coming home from the bus stop at twilight
Saying bye bye bye to sad backs of others
There is no meaning to this lie, none at all
All my loving,
Without it, I can't go on
A world like I have seen in my dreams
Without conflict, just daily peace
But in reality, I tend to worry about
Troubles and the daily grind
Those Rolling Days
Minggu, 07 September 2008
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