I want to runaway, br so I never play, br because I don't know what to say. br br Hoping, laughing, talking, br we never stop stalking, br night rises and so I stare, br and always have a perfect glare. br br Teasing and pleading, br its always quite pleasing, br he never even see's me, br and he never drinks tea. br br Love is gold, wild and untold, br Love is also traveling a road, br When I never use a whole scroll, br So the house might have a sole. br br br By: Angel from God. br br wrote on: July 30,2008 br Time: 11: 50 p.