...maybe at the soccer field...
Tossing the night away, feeling for her space. turing the night away, reconstruct her face. If only she was here laying by my side, if only she was here, I wouldn't have anything to hide from her. Where is she now? Oh where should I look? Where is she now? Oh where should I look?
To find the one that doesn't exist in the real world. Sometimes I cannot wait, wait out the course of fate. If only I could deal with this emptiness inside me. Wake up in cold sweat as tears grow in my eyes. dark, sharp, growing pain from thoughts inside. What if I never find someone? All alone for the rest of my life, How would I live? How woulc I survive? sixty years old in a nursing home, will I die? by myself? without knowing love?