Про любовь

There's a thing that I don't know. What to get and where to go. But it's boring being all alone. I am talking to myself. Laying out my thoughts on shelves. Struggling with my inner self sometimes. It's all 'bout love. Staring at the kitchen's wall. Not so confident at all. Far from the ideal I want to be. It's all 'bout love. Melting under desert sun. Hiding when I need to run. Looking for the one to love indeed. It's all 'bout love, love, love, love. There's a thing that I don't know. What to get and where to go. But I'm doing nothing staying alone. Wasting time all day long. Self-reproaching what's wrong. Trying to take my thoughts under control. It's all 'bout love. Staring at the kitchen's wall. Not so confident at all. Far from the ideal I want to be. It's all 'bout love. Melting under desert sun. Hiding when I need to run. Looking for the one to love indeed. It's all 'bout love. Staring at the kitchen's wall. Not so confident at all. Far from the ideal I want to be. It's all 'bout love. Melting under desert sun. Hiding when I need to run. Looking for the one to love indeed. It's all 'bout love, love, love, Love, love.