Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with youIn my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and youThe ink flows down into a dark puddleJust move your hand - write the way into his heart!But in this world of infinite choicesWhat will it take just to find that special day?
What will it take just to find that special day?Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?
When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anywayWhen I can't even read my own feelings
What good are words when a smile says it all?And if this world won't write me an ending
What will it take j