I can't sit around thinking of my demise, and wondering who's my love.
Mom said "que cera cera what ever will be will be" but I can't help...I'm worry about what will become of me.
Mom said "que cera cera what ever will be will be" but I can't help...I'm worry about what will become of me.
I will always be anxious if I will end up alone, if I will never find someone to share my home with.
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