You're out there. In the world without me. Will we meet in the future? Sometime soon? I'm lonely. I feel as though a part of me is empty, waiting to be filled. I go through the motions of life... sometimes feeling, sometime not. Today was a 'not.'
So when will I be with you? When will I feel complete? Some say to leave life to destiny, especially this thing we call love. Others say to be proactive. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion; I need to make my own. But instead, I'm here. Waiting. For you.
I'll know "you" when we meet. You'll know me too.
So when will I be with you? When will I feel complete? Some say to leave life to destiny, especially this thing we call love. Others say to be proactive. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion; I need to make my own. But instead, I'm here. Waiting. For you.
I'll know "you" when we meet. You'll know me too.
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