When You're Not Around
When you're not around, my life seems to revert back to the way it was. It was me wandering alone, taking myself to usual, boring places with the same enjoyable routine. I can spend most of the days sit around and observe people, with a good book in my hands, two cup of milk, and a handful of cookies behind the window. Going out for a nice little lunch and window-shop. Going back home to clean every inch of the living space, inside out.
What's so nice being a woman? People said we are the most demanding, high-rate creature tend to knock a man dropping about our feet. We love polishing ourselves, only the most natural, seamless look to make your heart beating faster every time our eyes meet. We care and encourage. We please and fulfill. But neither will truly ease our heart when we were all alone.
In every extraordinary woman, there will always be an ordinary one. An insecure, intuitive person that think twice to pass anything ahead. We feel as much as we think, and by that come our strength...to stand by you.
When you're not around, everything go back to the way it was.
An ordinary, plain lady in waiting. The only extraordinary thing I have is our tale to tell.
What's so nice being a woman? People said we are the most demanding, high-rate creature tend to knock a man dropping about our feet. We love polishing ourselves, only the most natural, seamless look to make your heart beating faster every time our eyes meet. We care and encourage. We please and fulfill. But neither will truly ease our heart when we were all alone.
In every extraordinary woman, there will always be an ordinary one. An insecure, intuitive person that think twice to pass anything ahead. We feel as much as we think, and by that come our strength...to stand by you.
When you're not around, everything go back to the way it was.
An ordinary, plain lady in waiting. The only extraordinary thing I have is our tale to tell.
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