Hopeless romantic

Here I'm standing here,

Waiting in the crowd,

Lost between them,

Waiting for you all along,

To take me away from the crowdy crowd,

Away from this place,

Maybe somewhere far away,

To sing the love songs that love birds sing off,

To experience the high of love,

That make people sucide after leave it,

For so much addicting it is,

That no drug or thing can take its place,

Still I'm waiting for now,

Still waiting for hold of my hand,

To take me away,

To make this emptiness go away. . . .