I'm trying to be tough to wait for your call
When I know you make my heart falls
Still don't know what I always want for all
You presences makes me feel so small
The spy is on the fly
Reaching for the sky
If you see it in the eye
You'll know the reason why
They say not even the bird can tell
Except for the one who live in hell
She's always there beside the wishing well
So every discontent soul could ring the bell
Pengirim : Angga Bastian
[email protected]