There's a thing that I do know,
What to get and where to go,
But it's boring being all alone.
I am talking to myself,
Laying out my thoughts on shelves,
Struggling with my inner world's fantomes.
It's all about love.
Staring at the kitchen's wall,
No selfconfidence at all.
Far from the ideal I want to be.
It's all about love.
Melting under desert's sun,
Hiding when I need to run,
Looking for the one to love indeed.
It's all about love.
There's a thing that I do know,
What to get and where to go,
But I'am doing nothing staying alone.
Wasting time all day long,
Self-reproaching was wrong,
Trying to take my thoughts under controle.
It's all about love...
About love
© Copyright: Инна Шумилина, 2013
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