I’ve been quiet for so long. Haven’t said a thing but I’m looking for an exit sign. It comes to a point where enough is enough. Just give me a sign, to live and not to die.
We are at a place in life where love is old and the love is gone. In order for us to feel all right, we need to sweat a lot. Now I’m scared of growing old, my birthday is next month. Why cant everything be like it was a year ago?
I’m scared, the tears rolling down, alone, and scared that I have lost you. I don’t know where you are, maybe near or maybe far.