Go to trust your wanderlust. Sow your wild oats, if you must. Taste it all, and take the fall. Then look at me like I don't know that hope is cruel, and there is nothing you can do but wait. You'll make it through.
No humble pie for puppy eyes. もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com It falls to pieces, I'll act surprised. You prodigal, you lost control. But I won't say I told you so cause hope is cruel, and there is nothing you can do, but wait. And I'll wait. And you'll make it through.
