I'm sick of being alone..
When are you coming?
Just a glimpse of your face..
I can remember smelling your hair..
I'll meet you anywhere.
Somewhere that no one can retrace..
Somewhere where no one will know our faces
you know when something is wrong..
When something doesn't belong..
you can read in my mind..
And he can be assured that with me..
There is no conspiracy..
He makes me feel DIFFERENT.
very DIFFERENT.
Maybe My life is changing.
maybe i wont face my back towards the world anymore.
It's time to move forward.
and maybe happy, maybe happy,
I'm not too sure...