I lie here as the peddles rot
I need the life of a gorgeous bloom
Not here in a lonesome room
I want him here in my sight
So I can hold him strongly tight
None of which my heart desires
Lies in this rooms, but lighting fires
Soon now he'll be my destiny
I'll just wait till he comes for me
He calls through clouds and whispers at night
But it's not the same when he's not in sight
Holding my life like a bucket of water
I'll always think of him, he matters
Things will turn out more than it appears
Better hopefully with no fears
He'll be here, I'll be here, its virtue
But in the end we pay our dues
Life doesn't hold on forever
But always got to make the better.
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