I have no time for bad days. I don’t want to be evaluated, designed, not chosen anymore. I do not want back in your waters to be let behind. I’m sitting here powerful, better, quite quiet. I do not have time for both hearts. I hoped we’ll be one. Not that I can’t, but I will not. Do not look at me, whether I would like you took a flight and come here and look at me, talk to me, sing to me; watching never guarantee for happiness. (fptp © http://danielvon.com/)
