Trying to keep your spirit free. Condemned forever for your anxious and the way you live your life. There is never a time for tomorrow, when today can hold your sweetest dreams. But then too much of a good thing can make you drunk and empty, wondering around the streets and the smells that make you hungry. Hungry for life, desperate for a reason, craving to have someone to give all your love. All your love is what you want to give. But out there seems to be no one to receive.
When your sweet smiles dosen't appear to be enough and the love you holded in your heart for so long is starting to fade away, burning slowly with your sense of security. You just need someone to give all your love, before the flame devour itself to it's own abandon.
And you say, it's ok, living a life you only believed in, giving yourself away to the moment, when tomorrow is just another day. Is just another day, when you don't have anyone to give all your love. When love is all you need.
But then you wake up again, and the sun is burning in your window, you look at your eyes in the mirror and beg yourself for another little drop of patience. Just another drop. And you carry on. You always carry on.