Not everything you have stays forever, but there are things you'll be glad to fight for just to have them longer.
It's not much of a life I'm living and It's not much of a love I'm living.
I wonder how long do I need to cave it in. Standing in the pouring rain. Something that I've come to accustom to. No matter how hard I try, I can't move. Maybe I don't want to move. Am I waiting for someone to come? truth is, I'm waiting and I'm still waiting.
So, if I walk, would you run? If I stop, would you come?
