Hair turns black
As heart turns cold
Maps on hands
As I grow old.
-BC
Always looking
For whom I’ll never be
Moments passing
Away from me.
-BC
Sitting alone now
Waiting for prince charming now
When will he come? Now.
-BC
Hair turns black
As heart turns cold
Maps on hands
As I grow old.
-BC
Always looking
For whom I’ll never be
Moments passing
Away from me.
-BC
Sitting alone now
Waiting for prince charming now
When will he come? Now.
-BC