Not an Option

Maker and Marker
You place the imprint of fine expectant loving
Relieved at counting on it
Now count on it stay and count on it, on love
Counting on

Maybe I'm jealous
But I want you to myself, feeling lost and mad
Wanting, hoping, praying that you'll be...

Time flew you by while I let love decide



Credits
Writer(s): Adriana Cotes
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