He’s know the times of stress.
He’s know the times of this mess.
He’s know the times of finding a solution to this wreak.

He’s been right there all along.
He’s been here right where we belong.

Trying to see.
Trying to believe.
Trying to breathe.

He’s light.
He’s right.
He’s justified.

He’s know because he understands as long he’s friend.
A friend who understands is a friend who never left.

I gotta tell ta

Music helps me find the rhythm of your joyful heart

Dancing with you fixed the noises with only returns of silence just like a shooting star in the dark.

I gotta tell ya
i gotta tell ya

Sometimes I find ya beatboxing into my soul.

Fire reminiscing and looking back on my life. I still think you are the most specific kind of burning inspiriting human known to be in a human configuration because either you're some spiritual swole or you stole this whole show.

This isn't an animation because I can't imagine this in any life without spontaneous momentum with this anticipation of this determination and dedication. Without this narration it would be this taken of time wasting and without correction I would have been taken for only being mistaken and not taken.

I gotta tell ya
I gotta tell ya yet.

Was it Italy?
Was it Scotland?
Or was it Britain?

Nevertheless, I’ll say I’ll never know when I’m thinking about it then?

Was it Italy?
Was it Scotland?
Or was it Britain?

Taking little Italy out of Italy was devastating...

It’s almost like I can never overstate nor any hesitation.

Was it Scotland?

And All I have ever been.

Or was it Britain?

All I ever said it mustn’t be any bit of pieces of him.

Just like it’s mentioned.

Was it Scotland?
Or was it Britain?

I’ll never know until I cross between them.

They’ll say it’s scary of a sacrifice to know either which one is right?

Maybe neither of it and I’ll still be alright.

Alright is the time to feel like I’m not stuck in these daydreams of daytime or daylights. Because when I’ll know it’ll be over until without either a fight.

Fight until worthy comes into a good kiss morning into the nights

I’ll find my Scotland or Britain and without it, I’m not gonna go sorting out of my wilderness.

Because without my Scotland
Because without Britain.

I’m nothing but land without a name whose name shall be called I’ll find it when I’m there again.

There are many reasons to love someone dearly, truly, and madly when you are in a state of new inspire feeling.

So that you know... it's rather appealing of not so deceiving what's like to lead into a newer chapter of this storytelling reading.

I could list a whole bunch of rom-com, and it wouldn't compare to the shows of my rom-com with you and me at home laughing while watching ours goes on and on.

Is there was a way to unloved you? I like to believe it lost somewhere in our rom-com, where it made a turn of no; I choose you every day because I don't want it to go away today or even a day.

How to unloved you is something I choose to say; no I rather stay.