The world was on fire, no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
Your own personal Jesus. Someone to hear your prayers. Someone who cares. Your own personal Jesus. Someone to hear your prayers. Someone who's there. .
You made me breathing. Made me thinking so much. As far as I can see. But I'm feeling completely incomplete. In front of you. . Such a burden. Sometimes I wonder, how it will be doomed.
When you're hanging with a friend you don't see very much. You know the kind. You see them once every year for coffee or brunch. And you struggle really hard to think of things to talk abo-out.