Wasting Away
I live my days in a daze, wasting away.
Hoping that our paths will cross again.
I find myself looking at every face that walks
past.
Hoping your eyes are the ones that look back.
How many years have to go by before the memories start to fade.
Wasting...
Hoping that our paths will cross again.
I find myself looking at every face that walks
past.
Hoping your eyes are the ones that look back.
How many years have to go by before the memories start to fade.
Wasting...