I wonder what we'll be in ten years time..
Will we still hang out as often as before?
Will all of us be so immune to all the excuses like, work; such that it becomes an amazement when everyone turn up for a gathering?
Maybe we'll be used to not having each other around..
And one by one..
We quietly exits the once-closed friends' lives, leaving only memories for reminiscence.
I believe that people can choose whether to be busy. It's under their control.
And when you choose to be too busy, the people affected will understand just how little they mean to you; and it hurts.
I wonder what it's like to be loved by you
I wonder what it's like to be home
And i don't walk when there's a stone in my shoe
All i know is that with time I'll be fine
I wonder what it's like to fly so high
Or to breathe under the sea
I wonder if some day I'll be good with goodbyes
But I'll be ok if you come along with me
Such a long, long way to go
Where I'm going i don't know
I'm just following the road
For a walk in the sun
For a walk in the sun
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