When will you
Stop saying what you don't mean
And not doing the things you say you will.
When will you
Start the life you so passionately talk about
And stop letting the shackles chain you down.
When will you
Grab the ropes of the metaphorical sails of life
And steer yourself away from that quick sand.
When will I
See those big brown droopy eyes
And hold the hands that heal my heart's pains.
When will you
Finally get onto that blue & white aeroplane
And let your heart find it's way back to me.
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