So little time..
So little time..
Not enough time to say what I want..
Not enough time to hit me where ever you want..
Not enough time to runaway..
Not enough time to live my normal life..
So little time..
To do the things I want to do..
It’s always you, you, you..
And..
You..
When are you going to think about me?
I’m going nowhere..
So you can think about it..
You can take me away..
To any unusual places..
As long as you are going to think when it’s my turn..
Cause.. There’s so little time..
For me..
And a lot of time for you..
16-01-05
13:05
Xxx Midnight
Not enough time to say what I want..
Not enough time to hit me where ever you want..
Not enough time to runaway..
Not enough time to live my normal life..
So little time..
To do the things I want to do..
It’s always you, you, you..
And..
You..
When are you going to think about me?
I’m going nowhere..
So you can think about it..
You can take me away..
To any unusual places..
As long as you are going to think when it’s my turn..
Cause.. There’s so little time..
For me..
And a lot of time for you..
16-01-05
13:05
Xxx Midnight
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| BloodElf: | Zondag, januari 16, 2005 13:49 |
| Time is there for you, when you let it in. Just a flower who needs to bloom, Find your own feeding and grow out like a stronger one!! with love, |
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