Tick Tock
The butterflies in my stomach
The incisive looking at the clock, is it laughing at me and going slower? Or yet backwards?
When will this day end so I can see her again!
Tick Tock
The butterflies in my stomach
The incisive looking at the clock, is it laughing at me and going slower? Or yet backwards?
When will this day end so I can see her again!