Herbert Lindemayer

Sometimes shy, always hypersensitive and asking why. I have imperfections wherever you look, but you’ll want to know what I have next, just like the most interesting book. I suffer because I love, it’s something with what I just have to cope. But trying to be happy, I never lose hope. I can be the one who cries a river, ‘cause that one, I don’t want you to be. Even being so complicated, it is just a piece of me.