“Not enough hours in a day” – for slaving to the system? no, thank you, go away!
all day, all day long I wait for few minutes of romance to share… that someone wasn’t there…
some people buy lovely little houses but overlook the fact their ego can’t fit in
I asked for help but didn’t know I had such “busy”, “busy” friends
he will stare every time till my cheeks start burning, but if I cast a look away from me he’s turning
all week long I struggle to wake up even late, on weekends – could I be your village rooster, please?
when I am a friend they search for someone else; I vanish – they hurry back again
Ripple in the sand I am and nothing that I do can change it
I stay up late to dream big only to wake up with no will to live
”CONTROL YOUR ANGER!” he shouted at me at the top of his lungs
when he slapped his daughter he wondered what hurt more – her cheek or his heart