Tom, Call me ( or I will live in my destiny? )

I have a lot of things to say to you; I have a lot of love, and hope....
You are the man going to save me from the prison of life...

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The ice cold tea sitting on my desk,
But I don't want to drink
Tom's smile is in my mind
but I saw the wall is solid in my apt...

who is going to save me?
Who?

The rent hasn't paid,
the bank acct is like a black hole..
I wrote my book, yes,
I live my life

I sing, I dance
I fly high in the sky

But when I fell down to the ground
I saw my blood

maybe Tom would save me maybe he doesn't
and I will live in my own destiny