I'm ready to move

I'm ready to move

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I'm ready to move Ready to offload the old worries I'm ready to meet a new love. See, she want to talk I want talk too Her shyness will not let be I got shy not wanting to step boundaries Looking at her form far Wishing you will answer me You keep passing my street I want to talk to you You keep smiling The fire in me keep on burning for you. You tall beauty Not much figure eight Perfect I am liking you Wish you can see inside me How I feel for you How heart beat dump your name Can you hear me Am i loud enough You don't know me well I don't know you well too But when our planets crash together I knew you already I felt love again for a long time Please show me you Don't distance your self for me I'm bleeding inside Only you can first aid me Just bring your box of treatment I beg of you I'm dying too fast My eyes are fading My hands are shaking Almost getting stone cold Please save me Promise you I will never be a merger Like my old world She paint me a merger I try to see But empty boxes. See mama I can't be the best I have my good My bad habit, Even my attitudes Like I don't care It's just me bringing human Many worries So much to feed my thoughts Release me from these chains Please One drop Rolling down my face Get me outside I have something for you. I will protect you Like I protect my self from emotional thread My reality will be lifetime Try me please already I'm ready to move.
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