It's twenty to two and still nothing to do, so I wait for Fate, yet Fate seems to be late. Save me from myself, take me off this shelf, give me something else, your words just might help. This self-sufficient warrior Will lead the weak further more Take from me my one demand And make me a happy man.

Mijn Ideale Persoon: As long as she's genuine, mature, and breathing then
i'm not really too picky. Love doesn't come pre-packaged,
labelled, or wearing a name tag so I just sit back and hold
on and hope that I don't hit a wall.