Thief
Maybe tomorrow is too late
tell me today...who is he?
the one who robbed a piece of me
part of my life that it will never come back.
Tell me what he looks like?
Is he more handsome than me?
or maybe have more money than me?
Tell me about him?
The one stole my life from me.
Go and see him. I will be waiting for you.
Always be waiting..
And be with him, as long as you can.
because I will always give you my life to be waiting for.
Go...and have a life with him,
because I know I will always be here waiting for you to hug you again.
I am your harbour waiting for you: the boat...my boat that is you.
Sorry if I ask another question...
What he looks like?
The thief that stole my life from me.
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