Hoping is half-assed
just like hopping is one-legged.
Stand
or leap
with all you have.
I’m not sure if I’m singing for the love of it or for the love of you;
long time coming, but now snow is gone
If you’re on your way, I’m not gonna write you to stay.
…
If your heart is nowhere in it I don’t want it for a minute.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map