Waiting For Someone On My Brithday.
Here i am, waiting… waiting for someone to remember me. Waiting for her, to actually wish me. On the very night i may realized the sun would still passes even the call never came. But i still believe, foolish as i may get, doesnt bother me much. As i know, its just the beginning of my sunrise, that makes me to be who i am suppose to be. For you, i may always do heart you, but where it shall goes, its only a fairytale of my greatest fantasy; Love.
Juan
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