Last night, a trip awaits me tomorrow I look out the window to see if it’s raining I’m now afraid of you, I don’t want to stay here what is left for me to do is to run away again
how many times I confess to you that I can’t be alone. Countless years I can’t stop running several years (years after years ) why did I believe in words in which even a small child doesn’t believe why did I believe, why did I run away
does the rain in me or the cold in me is what stops my running. I stay here I don’t know if the fear, I’m come back here again like a wanderer (stranger) without a shelter who lost his home It doesn’t stop now..
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RE: I'll know I'm in love when.........
..when I stop feeding..