BEING MY REAL
What matters now is how I feel
and being my real.....
I am drifting on my boat and you're on shore
Waving to me.. shouting.. "give me more"
As long as you’re waving with a smile
As long as you like my sailing style
I will keep afloat
And will wait for a while
For you to come and play your note .....
But if you should never come
I will remember how my heart came undone
When the wind of love
Blew my sail away
As you stayed on shore
Waving to me... shouting... "give me more"....,,,