Okay.
I promised, I told you I'd try...
Round in circles you go round,
Constantly thinking when you're gonna be found...
I hunger;
I crave...
Do you know,
dearest...
Sometimes I try...
not to want you...
There are little hearts in both of my eyes,
Staring at boy-shorts busy with the toil...
A promise;
takes trust...
Sometimes I feel I might choke on love,
it can seem so heartless and cold...
The sun may shine
And birds may sing...
Love is like a cycle
you need to be a stranger,leave,enjoy life on your...
You are a crabbed additional
season, that exists somewhere...
It's gonna be Love
It's gonna be great...